I sit on my foot

I bring all of me
to bear
and sometimes its too much,
sometimes its not enough.
My voice is small,
tight in my throat.
I sit on my foot.
I wait.

Sometimes I have all the answers.
I move toward fire
and heat,
vulnerable.
I sing low, strong, with breath.
With expectations
high and
Defiant.

I sit on my foot,
I write
stories.
Consider;
When will what I bring to bear
be what is needed?
To progress, to close,
to challenge
Sometimes I represent,
sometimes I lead.
I sit on my foot,
preparing.

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