A necessity of peace.

The feeling brings unease,
A restlessness,
Like countless leaves tormented in the breeze.
A ceaseless, endlessness,
Which dresses every shadow,
Every tone, every moment born.
I know that now, more than ever.
For every seconds toll,
And every miles scrawl,
For every scratch, gift and scar.
This feeling, a kin of pain, of loss, of love,
Is ingrained within.
Is the flight and fight,
Is the presence and the sense,
The breath and the twist of light.
This feeling,
Unbidden and untaught,
Smothered and re-wrought,
Now lays welcomed with every thought.
And this unease,
This unease,
Is a part and a piece,
A necessity of peace.