Peace and quiet..
two words that have quickly
lost their meaning.

The peace vanished
weeks ago. Which was
to be expected.

A form of true silence is a rarity,
that I've begun to think
can no longer be achieved.

How do we keep our world at peace?
When someone's always waiting
for the opportunity
to throw the first punch.

How do we make a difference?
When we are continuously
silenced by our oppressors.
Listen to me!

I'm starting to forget
what things were like before.
Before I completely lost
my peace
of mind.

But I'll never forget
hearing the sirens fill the city.
Before we shut down,
losing our grasp on life
as we know it.

When will peace be restored?
Was there even much peace before this?
Well - anything has to be better than this,
right?

When will I sleep soundly again?
Was I ever able to?
Well - maybe I could get to sleep,
if my demons would leave me alone for the night.

Tonight when forces of dread
keep me lying awake for hours,
praying for a better tomorrow.
I'll probably think about you.

The idea of your voice,
your embrace,
your presence,
keeps me from free falling.
Into madness.

I have to hold on.
Hold on to the idea
that soon you will hold me
in your arms.

We'll be overwhelmed by tranquility.
And you know,
not only will I remember
how to love again.
But you'll remind me
how to define

peace

and quiet.

Be kind,
Evangeline