After the war

Leny

War is over.

not with banners,

not with noise,

but with silence

I no longer dread.

 

I no longer check the skies

for smoke or signs.

No more scanning

the wreckage

for what could’ve been saved.

 

I stopped wishing

the ending was kinder.

Stopped rewriting

the chapters

that had already closed.

 

Instead,

I clear a space,

and I plant seeds

where I once

dug trenches.

 

And here,

without needing

anything back,

I water the soil.

I choose what grows.

 

Peace did not come

with a flag or a sign,

it simply settled

where I began

to grow.

  • Author: Leny (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 15th, 2025 17:55
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Comments4

  • sorenbarrett

    A wonderful write with the idea that we all make our own peace. Nicely said

  • Tony36

    Well written and expressed

  • Priya Tomar

    So Beautiful !

  • Poetic Licence

    A wonderful write sending a positive message, we can make our own peace, enjoyed the read



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