In The Quite Poem by April Humason

I went to bed last night,
With anger burning deep inside,
Sharp words lingering like thorns,
Leaving us lost, not on the right side.
Now silence settles in the air,
A house worn thin by unspoken care,
Our warmth fading into the cold.

As morning light begins to rise,
Let's heal what hurt and compromise.
No more walls, no more fears,
I want you close, not lost in tears.
Be my peace, my steady light,
Not a spark ready for a fight.
Together we can soften the storm,
And leave the weight of yesterday worn.

Let me be your quiet song,
When the world feels cold and wrong.
No more hiding love away,
Let it breathe in light of day.
We both need mercy, we both need grace,
Not silent wounds we refuse to face.

Another night of distant rooms
Is not a fate our hearts should choose.
Let love speak louder than old pain,
And gentle words fall like rain.
Let this house feel warm again.