The mind is a quiet battlefield
No smoke
No sirens
Just the soft click of thoughts
Loading themselves in the dark
I move through my own head
Like a house with too many doors
Each one opening to a room
I swear I’ve never seen
And yet somehow remember
Some thoughts whisper
Some thoughts lie
Some thoughts wear my face
And dare me to call them impostors
I play along
Shuffle the deck
Cut the cards
Pretend the rules were ever mine
But the mind cheats beautifully
It hides the queen behind the king
Switches the mirror when I blink
Asks me to choose a truth
From a handful of illusions
That all feel like home
And still I sit at the table
Steady
Unblinking
Letting the mind deal again
Because the only way to win
Is to keep playing
Until the game learns
I’m not afraid of it anymore