When life ceases to feel
Wasted
You notice it

Time spent is no longer an argument
Or a trial
It holds your arm
Offering guidance

It's a reduction in fatigue
Less finality in mistakes

Life becomes a continuation
Rather than abrupt
Stumbling
Stages

Potential is the quiet sense
To leave
To make that choice
Would be a regret
When it could have been

Something lived

Here's my entry into the Poetry Versification 2026 contest, day 29. We're so close to the final day! The prompt was: Potential: You could feel it, the potential you had. You'd finally found what your gift was.