I don’t want to fight
Not with you
Not with the ghosts that rise in me
When the room goes quiet
I’m tired of armor that never fit
Tired of swinging at shadows
That only needed a little light
I want my hands to unclench
To remember they were made
For holding
Not defending
I want my voice to soften
Without feeling like surrender
To speak truth without drawing blood
I don’t want to fight
I want the kind of peace
That doesn’t ask me to disappear
The kind that lets both of us breathe
Without bracing for impact
If there’s a door out of this war
I’m standing at it now
Open palms
Open heart
Hoping you’ll meet me
On the other side