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This is the poem I mentioned in the blog that people couldn't access on twitter since they have viewing rules I was unaware of now. I said I would post it here for them.

When I'm struck with things I make notes in my phone and that's where this comes from. The first line struck me when I caught my reflection in a window one day and the man looking back wasn't the one that was pull of potential anymore. Over time I added to it until it was finished.

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Todd

This is great! I wrote a similar poem about not recognizing myself in the mirror.

Todd

That’s something I’ll never know For each reflection is different Like flakes of fallen snow Unique in it’s beauty Flawed from its pain But here I stay standing So who am I to complain?

wavewright62

This is really great. I can really feel it.

Mattezhion Zane Corgan Campbell

Realising you are no longer full of potential, that at least some of that potential has been realised and cannot be unmade, is quite a shock. But all you can do is keep realising more of yourself. Potential cannot be frozen forever, realisation is the goal