It does not arrive with fanfare,
nor does it demand to be seen.
Peace moves like morning light,
slow,sure,
touching everything
without asking permission.

It lives
in the quiet between words,
in the breath before a decision,
in the choice not to strike back.

Peace is not always gentle,
sometimes it is the strength
to walk away,
to stand alone,
to forgive
when it would be easier
to forget.

It begins
not in treaties or speeches,
but in a single heart
deciding
enough.