Guerrilla warfare

Guerrilla warfare in my mind.
Thought attacks moral.
Battle raging on with no end in site.
Choosing sides is futile. At this point, either side winning has its advantages. There is no angel or demon sitting on my shoulder making me go left or right. There is only conscious thought and choice.
Choice based on morals?
At times, yes.
But, where do my morals lie?
My morals lie in the grey space in... between. The place where a breeze as gentile as a lovers whisper can push me to either side.
This is my comfort zone.
This is my reality.
This is my happy place of sorts.
I find my peace within the confines of my personal war. It is my battle, ny fight, my war. It is nescessary for my survival. It is welcomed with open arms.
At times it is pushed away. A mental cease fire now and then to regroup and resupply. A days rest on the graves of fallen possibilities. Looking to a lifetimes march into the unknown.
Winning and losing battles along the way.
Collecting scars of war on my mind, body and soul.
Gaining and losing ground with every step forward.

Guerrilla warfare in my mind.
Guerrilla warfare in my heart.
Guerrilla warfare in my soul.