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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.