gentle whir of the night,
steadies me like waves breaking,
on the shores of my past,
twenty years since I lost the quiet,
thoughts warring within me; ever since,
conscious, subconscious, unconscious,
what difference does a difference make,
save one by taking another,
have I destroyed more than I saved?
I must remain vigilant,
stay in the fight,
who said that!
Resolute Lee diagnosis: hypervigilance,
acute, chronic, complex trauma
deeper I fall,
who will go for us?