ƖƑ ƳƠƲ ƊƠƲƁƬ ƳƠƲƦƧЄԼƑ, ƇԼƖƇƘ ӇЄƦЄ

Potential is not material, no,

it's invisible to the foolish eye.

It's not as if it is a force,

fading out as time flies by.

Rather, it resembles love,

already there for those who long,

being felt by anyone, despite

any thoughts they don't belong.

It's but a light that shines within

a person, simply stalling to burst.

A talent which needs no creation,

for it resides within your soul since birth.

Thoughts that you are not enough,

that you were always out of place;

they only disgust the ones who know:

you are anything but disgrace.

You exist within this world

for a reason that survives deep down.

All that holds you back from light

is a strength waiting to be found.

You've made a mark upon this world

which even you may never know,

for there's someone who would be empty

if they hadn't met you long ago.

Even if your talents, they

may not be quite your proudest mark,

you still live for a reason, and

you've already lit a great, bright spark.

A spark which will now light the world

ablaze, change the lives of many,

for every person's made a mark,

a mark shining unlike any.

You have this power deep inside,

and even if it's in a drought,

the one who's taken that pride away

takes the form of your own doubt.

The only thing that's left to do

is send that meddling doubt away.

Now, just one more simple question:

why are you still on this page?