Quell

In the hush of twilight, when doubts begin to swell,
A quiet hand can quell the restless swell of fear.
Like a gentle tide that smooths the jagged stone,
It steadies hearts, turning chaos to calm.

From the clamour of thoughts that clash like distant drums,
A single breath can quell the storm within,
Leaving only the soft murmur of resolve—
A steady pulse beneath the quiet sky.

So let us seek the peace that steadies,
And in each moment, quell the noise,
Finding strength in the stillness we create.