Cease | Fire

With quiet mornings,

Filled with the fight left over from last night,

Almost raging the moment the eyes open,

To stay stronger than ever at all times,

And never let the guard down,

With wrists clenched to punch,

And jaws hard holding on to the words,

That can start their own war,

If used like missiles,

But, heart softer than clouds,

Melting with each touch,

Of the souls,

That bless her,

With efforts unexpected,

To make moments honourable and glorious.