When Your Mind is a Battlefield

 anxious woman on mountain running fingers through hair

When your mind is a battlefield

and your heart

isn’t true

and your feet are lost and restless

and refuse to carry you

Take the time for silence

Take the space to rest

For when you cut the chatter

You’ll find the path that’s best

It takes many battles

for the warrior to emerge

it takes both might and patience

to quell a mental scourge

And the rewards, they are countless

But not for you to count

The same goes for mountains

Gain clarity — and then dismount.