{"id":289,"date":"2015-07-22T01:56:31","date_gmt":"2015-07-22T01:56:31","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thegraylinghiddentruthpoems.com\/blog\/?p=289"},"modified":"2015-07-22T01:57:22","modified_gmt":"2015-07-22T01:57:22","slug":"from-the-reflective-words-of-the-poemdaring-to-be-me","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thegraylinghiddentruthpoems.com\/blog\/from-the-reflective-words-of-the-poemdaring-to-be-me\/","title":{"rendered":"From The Reflective Words Of The Poem,&#8221;Daring To Be Me&#8221;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>The Words Echoed And Echoed Over And Over Again<br \/>\nFrom the poem, \u201cDaring To Be Me\u201d and from the book of poems, The Day Of The Hidden Truth Poems by poet Martin Freier, here are some of the powerful reflective words that he writes:<br \/>\n\u201cStanding in front of a mirror,<br \/>\nI feel hopeless,<br \/>\nWhen I saw those wrinkles,<br \/>\nFlakes, and pimples that age<br \/>\nEtched into my face.<br \/>\nUnder my eyes,<br \/>\nI see disgrace, though I realize<br \/>\nThere is little I can do&#8230;&#8230;\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The Words Echoed And Echoed Over And Over Again From the poem, \u201cDaring To Be Me\u201d and from the book of poems, The Day Of The Hidden Truth Poems by poet Martin Freier, here are some of the powerful reflective words that he writes: \u201cStanding in front of a mirror, I feel hopeless, When I [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"advanced_seo_description":"","spay_email":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_is_tweetstorm":false,"jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true},"categories":[1],"tags":[392,393,391,75],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p8LuB6-4F","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thegraylinghiddentruthpoems.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/289"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thegraylinghiddentruthpoems.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thegraylinghiddentruthpoems.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thegraylinghiddentruthpoems.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thegraylinghiddentruthpoems.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=289"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/thegraylinghiddentruthpoems.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/289\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":294,"href":"https:\/\/thegraylinghiddentruthpoems.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/289\/revisions\/294"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thegraylinghiddentruthpoems.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=289"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thegraylinghiddentruthpoems.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=289"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thegraylinghiddentruthpoems.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=289"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}