The Weight of Ages

It settles in and takes its rightful place
at my side. I have dared to pretend it
has no place in my life, but it is instead
a keystone, the essential piece to frame
the door.
Is it comfortable? Oh very much so,
and I can finally say that I have welcomed
my true brother back home. My adviser,
my confidant, my friend. My pain.
I will not wallow. I will not grieve.
I will live in it and find joy in
the struggle, because my pain is
real, and to be real is what I
want the most.
The weight of ages finds its place
at my side, and at last the last
piece fits, and I see myself complete
and whole.