Potential Power

A poem about a hopeful future.

I lie awake at night,

Pondering on what I could do.

Where I could go,

And what goals I might pursue.

My sleep is filled with dreams,

Of the people I will meet,

The good that will be done,

And the victories I will see.

I know who I am,

And the gift with which I am endued. 

To make a difference or not?

That, I must choose. 

Author's Note

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