Peace never begins in treaties
not in halls like the United Nations,
not even after ashes settle
like they did in World War II.
It begins&nbsp;&nbsp;or fails
in the smallest battlefield:
a thought you refuse to question,
a wound you choose to keep breathing,
an anger you let survive the night.
The world does not burn all at once.
It flickers..
inside millions of quiet decisions
to harden instead of understand.
And so peace is not a moment.
It is restraint&nbsp;&nbsp;repeated,
fragile as silence
in a mind that could have chosen violence.