that’s all there is to maturity;
knowing when to cut your losses
to put to rest the overworked horse
of burdens it was never meant to bear.
it’s learning when to stop raging,
to accept the inexorable night.
you learn to navigate
to steer yourself
through islands of heartbreak,
preferring the occasional grounding
to an endless sea of loneliness.
you just learn to stop whining,
or maybe even simply learn
to whine more artfully.