Comrade in Arms

Screams all around
But they don’t touch me.
I’m the eye of the storm,
The stalemate in battle,
Though chaos is fast approaching.

My walls are up,
Defenses ready, laser on stun.
Face-hardened,
Electricity coursing in my veins
Gearing for the next assault.

Then you saunter in,
And everything disappears.
You are the break in the clouds,
The command for cease-fire,
Quieting the madness without hesitation.

My walls crumble,
Defenses collapse, guard down for good.
Smile-resurrected,
Weight lifting off my shoulders
Yielding to the new liberation.