There is a war
no one else can hear.
It does not sound like bombs
or sirens—
it sounds like overthinking at 2 a.m.,
like a heartbeat that won’t slow down,
like silence stretching too tight across my ribs.
My mind is a general—
cold, strategic, disciplined.
It counts the ways I could lose.
It measures risk in teaspoons.
It sharpens logic into blades
and calls it protection.
My heart is reckless.
It bleeds without asking permission.
It believes in miracles
after autopsies.
It runs toward fire
because it remembers warmth.
And my body—
my body is the ground they trample.
Jaw clenched from unsaid things.
Shoulders armored in tension.
Stomach twisted into barbed wire.
Sleep rationed like hope.
I carry bruises
no one sees—
fingerprints of choices,
of love that didn’t choose me back,
of strength forced into softness.
Some days I want surrender.
White flag raised from my throat.
Some days I want silence
so deep
even memory can’t find me.
But here’s the truth:
The battlefield is still breathing.
Still standing.
Still refusing to collapse
under friendly fire.
The war rages—
mind against heart,
logic against longing—
and I remain.
Not unscarred.
Not unbroken.
But alive in the aftermath,
learning that maybe
the victory
is not choosing a side—
but choosing myself.
Excellent writing….
Thank you 😊
Inspired and great writing. It makes feel the battle was going on for ages.
Jessy Jacob ❤️
it’s still going today.
Thank you 😊
POWERFUL, powerful writing.. and yes, you should ALWAYS believe in yourself!!
I try too, thank you 😊
With poetic flair, you write words I can relate to. I’m reminded of a dark period I went through long ago. (Divorce and subsequent quest to find love again) I believe storms can’t linger forever, and are eventually pushed aside by the sun and blue skies.