Walking The Halls Of My Mind

I’m walking the halls of my mind 

Where the ceilings bend 

And the clocks rewind

Where echoes stitch the dark in lines  

And every shadow signs its name in time

Doors swing open with a hiss

Rooms built from every thought I miss

A chamber of fire 

A chamber of frost

A ledger of victories

A map of the lost

I stride past doubt with a steady beat

Its whispers crawling around my feet

But rhythm rises

My pulse

My drum

And every fear goes deaf and numb

Joy leaps out like a spark in the gloom

Painting gold on the bones of the room 

While grief sits quiet with a knowing Stare  

A monarch crowned in the cold night air

Farther in

The halls grow strange

Walls rearrange

The angles change  

Ideas bloom wild like vines unplanned

Twisting the architecture 

I thought I’d command

Mirrors ripple with faces I’ve worn 

Some triumphant

Some weathered

Some torn 

But each reflection rhymes with truth  

A verse I wrote in the ink of youth

At the core

A chamber glows

A throne of calm where the wild wind Slows  

And I feel my spirit rise and align 

A sovereign walking the halls of my mind

When I return to the corridor’s start 

I carry the blueprint carved in my heart 

Every locked door

Now swings with ease

Every storm

Bows down like a humbled breeze

And the halls

Once haunted

Now move in rhyme

A kingdom rebuilt one step at a time