Civil War

I buried my old name yesterday,

But somehow it still knows my voice.

It waits behind familiar doors,

Disguised as comfort... Calling itself a choice.

Every promise I made at sunrise Meets resistance before the night.

The chains I broke still remember Exactly how to hold me tight.

Two hearts... One chest.

One says,

"Go back." The other whispers,

"Not this time."

There's a civil war beneath my skin,

Between who I was And who I've chosen to become.

Every scar demands surrender,

Every dream says,

"Keep moving."

If I fall a thousand times,

Then I'll stand a thousand one.

This battle isn't proof I'm failing— It's proof The old kingdom is

finally falling.

Some ghosts don't haunt abandoned

houses. They rent the rooms inside your mind.

They speak with your own voice,

Convincing

you

You're only wasting time.

But I've learned That fear grows loudest When it knows It's losing

ground.

Let them rage.

Let them scream. Let every version That survived on numbness

Fight for one last breath.

I won't become them

again.

This war may last a lifetime,

But I no longer fear the cost.

Peace was never found by hiding— It was forged

Through every battle

I refused to lose.

I carry tomorrow One choice at a time.

The war still lives within me...

But it no longer decides Who I

am.

Victory

Isn't silence. It's refusing

To quit

While the noise Still remains.