i suffer from my silence
i rejoice in voices heard
when asked to speak i vacillate
and cannot say a word
he tells me do not falter
do not wait until your turn
it may not come – patience becomes
a trait to be unlearned
and so in haste i reach to speak
my actions speak of change
chutzpah replaces dithering
as wax replaces wane
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With my head in the sky and my wings in the air, I try to spend my spare time at the footy (AFL in Australia) Go Pies! – and valuable hours with family and friends. Otherwise I’ll have pen in hand and notebook at the ready for those insightful snippets that dream up a poem.
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