Poems from war, fatherhood, leadership, and the interior terrain.
Written by Z. Fox, a living archive of experience and reflection
Dedication
This work is dedicated to our brothers who carried the darkness alone
and did not make it home.
You were not weak.
You were not forgotten.
And to my brothers still here
you are seen.
You are strong.
And you will never fight alone.
You mattered more than you knew.
War
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Combat remembered as residue, what follows you home, settles into the nervous system, and rewrites sleep, silence, and vigilance long after the fighting ends.
The unseen labor: identity, vigilance, memory, and healing, not erasing the past, but putting it in order so it doesn’t drive.
These pieces are meant to be read in sequence, moving from vigilance and fracture toward clarity, presence, and integration.