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I wrote a poem because sometimes the reflection we want in the mirror for crypto isn't where we are today. But dont fear, it's near:
The Mirror’s Challenge
In dim light, I stand and stare,
At a reflection, raw and bare—
A stranger’s eyes in silver glass,
A man like me, yet unsurpassed.
His gaze unshaken, sharp as steel,
No flicker of doubt, no fear to feel.
His shoulders squared, his bearing proud,
A force of will, unyielding, loud.
But oh, the toll of what I see—
The weight of who I’m meant to be.
A climb so steep, a fire so bright,
To burn away and claim my light.
My breath catches, my heart pounds fast,
For in his form, my fate is cast.
To rise like him, I must be forged,
Through trial and fire, reshaped at last.
Reveals the truths I’ve long betrayed—
The mirror’s edge, a sharpened blade.
A fractured core, a chasm wide,
Where dreams of flight and failures hide.
Yet still, he stands, unmoved, untamed,
A judge, a shadow, yet unnamed.
His eyes demand the battles fought—
The wars that shaped the self I sought.
I falter, weakened, vision reeling,
An endless path, daunting and vast.
A burden shed, my will refined,
To rise beyond the self I’ve known.
But as I stare, the truth dawns bright—
The man I see is me, in light.
Not phantom-born nor dream’s disguise,
But who I am, should I arise.
And though the path is long and steep,
Through fire’s burn, my vow I’ll keep.
For in the mirror’s silent gaze,
I find the strength to forge my way.
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The Mirror’s Challenge
In dim light, I stand and stare,
At a reflection, raw and bare—
A stranger’s eyes in silver glass,
A man like me, yet unsurpassed.
His gaze unshaken, sharp as steel,
No flicker of doubt, no fear to feel.
His shoulders squared, his bearing proud,
A force of will, unyielding, loud.
But oh, the toll of what I see—
The weight of who I’m meant to be.
A climb so steep, a fire so bright,
To burn away and claim my light.
My breath catches, my heart pounds fast,
For in his form, my fate is cast.
To rise like him, I must be forged,
Through trial and fire, reshaped at last.
Reveals the truths I’ve long betrayed—
The mirror’s edge, a sharpened blade.
A fractured core, a chasm wide,
Where dreams of flight and failures hide.
Yet still, he stands, unmoved, untamed,
A judge, a shadow, yet unnamed.
His eyes demand the battles fought—
The wars that shaped the self I sought.
I falter, weakened, vision reeling,
An endless path, daunting and vast.
A burden shed, my will refined,
To rise beyond the self I’ve known.
But as I stare, the truth dawns bright—
The man I see is me, in light.
Not phantom-born nor dream’s disguise,
But who I am, should I arise.
And though the path is long and steep,
Through fire’s burn, my vow I’ll keep.
For in the mirror’s silent gaze,
I find the strength to forge my way.
https://x.com/IOHK_Charles/status/1894252850584412230