suffering is here to stay,

or so it would appear.

we might as well

greet this hell

and cherish every tear.

I know the ache that lives inside.

I do not know how to make it go away.

I do know how to listen

to breathe

and to celebrate,

to know the beauty while also

holding the pain.

That voice says

something awful.

And I say,

I’m here.

You can feel it,

breathing,

and I can feel it,

breathing,

And we can rest here,

and just be,

together.

everything is

a work in progress,

a play in process.