I Am I
The walls twist inside my head,
hallways folding into hallways,
every fork a threat dressed up as a choice.
I stand at the mouth of it, heart loud,
each beat a ghost whispering through
the hollow rooms of my doubt.
“Where does one begin?”
I ask it to no one. To myself.
The sun cuts through the trees outside
but inside me there’s only fog,
clinging to everything like a shroud
I can’t pull off.
Then her voice—warm, worried:
“You okay?”
Mia. Always Mia.
Standing in the doorway like she knows
I’m one wrong turn from disappearing.
“Just thinking,” I tell her.
She doesn’t buy it.
Neither do I.
“What if I’m making all the wrong choices?
What if I wander forever?”
The questions weigh more
than I can hold alone.
She steps closer.
“Maybe it’s not about getting out.
Maybe it’s about understanding where you are.”
Rain on cracked ground—
that’s what her words feel like.
If this maze has no exit,
maybe I can stop running from its walls
and start reading what’s written on them.
We walk together.
One step. Then another.
And for the first time in years,
the fog starts to thin.