The Truth About Peace

Everything is still.
Anyone who didn't know better
Would call it peaceful.
But I know the truth.

Because what they don't hear
In that eternal quietness
Is that, internally,
Someone is screaming.

Those cries for help,
Trapped in a soundproof room,
Wouldn't have been helped even if they had been heard,
For their ears were already deafened.

In our world, it has been drilled into us
That peace is so vital
That the cries of suffering can be overlooked
In order to maintain the illusion of peace.

And those who are hurting?
We are told that our lack of peace indicates inferiority,
That, because we feel pain, we are weak.
They could not be more wrong.

The truth is that we are the strongest,
Because we feel everything so vehemently.
We accept everything about ourselves, including the chaos.
And we still survive.

I don't care about your calmness.
I don't care about your strong facade.
I care about the chaos underneath.
I care about you.