In the quiet chambers of my own introspection,
A whisper surfaces, a complex reflection.
As Dev, I ponder, "I think I am bad,"
A heavy thought, a self-perceived clad.
Yet, within the verses of my own life's song,
Mistakes and stumbles, where I belong.
"I think I am bad," echoes through time,
A chance for growth, a rhythm to climb.
The mirror reveals a nuanced view,
A canvas of actions, both old and new.
"I think I am bad," a refrain to explore,
Yet redemption's knock awaits at the door.
For as Dev, I'm not bound by the past,
In the sculpting of self, a mold to cast.
"I think I am bad," but can I find,
The strength within, a different kind?
In the autobiography of life, I take the lead,
A story evolving, a profound deed.
"I think I am bad," may morph and fade,
As Dev rewrites the script, choices remade.
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Dev parth (Pseudonym) (
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Nicely written in verse this common thought shows progression to the end where hope prevails and reveals that bad may not be bad after all. Nicely done
For as Dev, I'm not bound by the past,
In the sculpting of self, a mold to cast.
"I think I am bad," but can I find,
The strength within, a different kind?
This was the part that shows so much potential for growth and self awareness, if this is something you were going for, well put.
Thank you 😊
A lovely start to a new year.
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