Sacred Ache Poem by Jannat Ahona

You are my deepest ache yet the sweetest wound.
The one that I don't want to heal
The one that I remember as it bleeds
I see my death in your eyes
Yet I feel most alive when I have you by my side
My mind desires to go forth
But my heart holds
If you are not marked for my journey's end
Then why did Heaven's hand draw our souls into this shared embrace?
Only God bears witness to the countless times I have sought to abolish you from the chambers of my heart
But I am bound by a cruel irony:
to love you is nothing but a penance from which I cannot be freed.
Maybe it's the sins I've carried all along
But if the punishment is you-my sweet, aching song—
Then what shame is there, what fear, what cost to endure,
I'd commit them a million times, just to feel you once more
I want nothing else-no heaven to acquire,
Only to be reduced to ashes in your fire.