The silence after the battle is won

Reaches out to comfort my weary heart

Peace, peace, peace, my sweet home sings over me

Do I wake or dream? Dare not close my eyes

Please, convince me sweet silence is real

I struggle to believe war is no more

Imaginary knives against my throat,

Blood runs in my eyes, sword scrapes against sword,

But only in my mind do I hear it

The throb of the earth anchors me, “Rest. Heal.”