Drowning In Potential

I’ve worn this mask for long I’m not sure way lays underneath

Am I quiet or loud? A dreamer or doer? A visionary or fraud?

I dip into everything A master of nothing Never deep enough to belong

I blend in so well I forget how to stand out

A storm with no direction A dreamer with ease A doer that disappears

I’m drowning in potential A spark that won’t catch flame

I wonder if I’ll ever ignite

Author’s Note

This poem came from that restless space between potential and follow-through — the space where I dream vividly but often vanish when it’s time to act.

It’s about wearing masks, chasing everything, and still wondering why nothing sticks. If you’ve ever felt like you’re full of fire but can’t seem to light the match — this is for you.