I am learning how to be lonely.
How to not reach for another to lessen this ache in my ribs when I have known no other way.
I am learning how to not fear the silence; to be still with this hollow chest and no longer fill the space you once belonged with shallow distraction.
I am learning things I should already know, but was not taught; instead raised to hold a man’s sovereignty before my own.
I am learning I am more than what I was taught.
I am learning what I am worth.
I am learning I am worth these hard things.