Potential
I can taste my potential,
I can see it expanding all around me,
pulsing with life,
pulsing with light,
like the bioluminescent creatures that scan the ocean floor.
They glow,
I glow,
I am incredible.
I wake knowing that it took millions of years,
to make me.
I make me.
I am a product of myself,
No environment will warp me,
I will rise to occasions like warm bread in an oven.
I learn from the mistakes and successes of the generations before me,
Just as fast as I make my own.
This poem is about:
Me