Whispers of Potential
Infinite possibilities
Soft breath against silence
My potential trembles
Like morning mist hovering
Just before revelation
Beneath skin and bone
Possibilities curl—
Microscopic seeds
Waiting for the slightest warmth
I hear them sometimes
In the space between heartbeats
Quiet murmurs of becoming
Hints of unexplored landscapes
My hands—
Not just hands
But unwritten stories
Uncarved sculptures
Unmapped territories
Potential does not shout
It whispers
Gentle as butterfly wings
Persistent as underground rivers
Each breath
A small revolution
Each thought
A doorway
I am not finished
I am always beginning
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Edina Jackson-Yussif --personal growth
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