When it visits

 I've always believed that it is better to love and have lost rather than to not love at all. 

I've always believed that it is better to risk the fall just to know how it feels to fly. 

But when I loved and lost all my beliefs went out the window.

But when I fell and never really got to fly my beliefs went out the window.

I've always believed that it is better to put your hand in the fire just to feel the heat. 

I've always believed that it was better to dance in the rain and risk getting flu just to experience being carefree and blissful.

But when the fire burnt my hand all my beliefs went out the window.

But when I caught the flu from the rain all my beliefs went out the window.

But my beliefs went out the window, but for a moment.

When the pain came I didn't know what to do with it.

It crept up on me so I gave up on my beliefs because I didn't know what to do with this feeling. It should be familiar to me, it should feel like home.

But every time it appears I don't know what to do with it. 

Where do I run to?

Who do I run to?

What happens to my beliefs?

What happens to my pain.

I've always believed that...