Battles of the Mind
She preferred the shade to the sun,
The cold rock to the heated sands.
She walked when she had to run,
Fought with a dagger against a gun,
Held glass trophies with shaky hands,
And thought life was all games and fun.
She saw battlefields on marble tiles,
Magic in simple technology.
She put on airs and innocent guiles,
Played the fool for the medical files,
And frolicked all the way to her eulogy:
She fought her own madness with smiles.