The War You’ve Been Fighting Alone

They say the mind is a battlefield, but most people don’t believe it because they aren’t seeing bullets or bodies. No shrieks to warn them off regret. No sudden realization that they might die alone, far from family, whispering a last hope for one more last chance. Thinking, maybe a wind’s chilling howl will carry their memory home.

That’s the easy death.

Doubt is the one we think we’re too hard and strong for. Especially when we’re giving advice, or talking ourselves up to people beneath us, chest out after a good fuck like nothing can touch us.