And when I breathe in and out
a new opportunity presents itself
to be the woman I intend to be.
The weight of that realization however
presses down hard on me
as I think about both those things I've left undone
AND the potential of those things yet to be done
if only I had the power within me to do them.
And I still don't know why failure still seems my foe,
as if those who are great only saw success.
How do I move?
How do I disrupt laziness, doubt, and fear?
Where does my strength hide
the moment after the moment
I see possibility.
What is my motivation?