Swirling

Surely I have to accept responsibility. This happened “on my watch”. However there is no margin for error. There is no room for offset? There is no discussion about options to mitigate. Someone must go.

This restlessness is me besting (or is it yielding to?) my demons.

My yearning is to have someone, anyone, tell me what to do.

Is my surrender to come at this type of crossroads? Dawn’s was so physical and so finite.

One of the questions to consider is how is this situation familiar to those that have played out before? What patterns are discernable? What have I failed to see? Hear? Act upon? Own?