Peace cannot come soon
Enough.
I embrace it with all my being.
Every breath,
Every cell of me.
For my heart is
Most weary.
I have grown tired of wars
Within and without.
I suppose when you are spent is when you relent
To it;

Becoming
The stillness.
Drained from the fight
You realize light is
The only way
You can
Rise another day;

To be love.