As easy it is to forget,
remembering is harder.
For to forget is as natural
as it is to love.
But to be able to remember,
requires an ache.
An ache to carry on, to stop…
and to not repeat when doing so
would cause pain.
An ache to hold those near to us
against the light in our thoughts.
An ache to hang those we lost on the highest cloud,
and to look, and to smile.
An ache that burns deep inside,
one that we should welcome,
one that comes with creeping pain that,
is unwanted, but is necessary to
An ache that is tangible and ever-moving.
An ache that gives us the sight in the morning,
the reason to get up,
and the power to try again.
An ache that is less a thorn in our foot,
and more a feeling of contentment and contemplation.
An ache that follows us down a long, dark hall,
holding our hand,
and guiding us away from our sorrow.
An ache is what we need
when we have nothing else.
An ache in our heart is what keeps us
Hold tight to your ache,
whatever it may be,
because once it’s gone,
no truth in this life
will endure to set you free.