I'm learning to live with the ache.

I’m learning to live with the ache�"
the ache of despair�"
so I might begin to heal,
if only to cradle my wounds.

I’m learning to live with the ache�"
the ache of loneliness�"
so I can finally see myself,
so I don’t collapse into tears.

I’m learning to live with the ache�"
the ache of simply existing�"
because it’s all I know how to do,
or maybe because I fear
what waits beyond the veil.