Turning inward, searching for the voice held tightly
within far too long, proposing to become the quiet
tiger coming out of hiding behind writing
Talking, networking, bringing forth tiger cubs, growing
silently through the years, awaiting their time on side
lines of life and political upheaval.
Now emerging, nurtured, strong, fighting together for
one cause, interfacing many solutions.
Seeking answers, asking no more questions after today,
expecting only the laying aside of myriad excuses,
and the power of finally doing something constructive.
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