It's a Dull Ache

Its a dull ache
Like a pit of emptiness that is never filled
And we cover it over
We smile bravely when you mention it
We act indifferent or unaffected by your comments
We joke about it even as if it were nothing
But the pain doesn't leave
We wear it like a constant cloak
Always on the tip of our sleeve
Always in the back of our mind
At the end of the day
Alone and vulnerable
We peel back the dressing and see the hole
Deep as the day it was made
We know well enough the treatment
We were made to be whole
So when does the cure get to come and be ours?
But we have no access to it
It's in other hands
And so we trudge forward another day
With the ache still in our hearts
And the brave smile still on our faces.

For all the ladies who have ever longed for something more but have no control over getting there: your silent tears were not unheard by Divine Ears.