The Weight of My Signature
I wake to the hum of deadlines near,
The pulse of plans that I engineer.
In quiet moments, I pause, reflect—
The course I set, the lives I affect.
They see the title, the suit, the stride,
But beneath, it’s vision I cannot hide.
A drive that whispers in the late-night air,
"Lead them further, if you dare."
I don’t just sign—each stroke is mine,
A mark that ripples down the line.
It’s not about control or pride,
But steering hearts and minds beside.
Every decision feels like a test,
The team is my mirror, they deserve my best.
I juggle the future with yesterday’s debt,
Knowing success is a promise kept.
Some days, the pressure claws too deep,
As expectations steal my sleep.
But there’s joy in the chaos, peace in the climb—
The art of building over time.
I carry the stories they don’t often see,
Of late-night calls and quiet victory.
Of lifting the timid, pushing the bold,
Balancing fire with hands that hold.
I’m a leader, yes, but more than that—
A keeper of dreams where others sat.
In every failure, a seed is sown—
In every triumph, we’ve all grown.
So when you ask what drives me still,
It’s not the power, not the thrill.
It’s knowing that through thick and thin,
I help them rise. I help them win.