I admit to committing,
Many mistakes.
Only with time,
To face them made.
With finding I am left,
Not to regret...
Steps I have taken,
To realize my own progress.
And if it had not been,
For those mistakes to make...
I'd still be in a place,
Fearing to hear judgements heard...
About my efforts to endeavor,
Without facing to erase my own doubts.
I admit to committing,
Many mistakes.
Only with time,
To face them made.
And leaving fear to hear judgements heard,
Now to welcome to know...
Without criticisms or judgerments passed,
I would have never learned...
From my own mistakes to witness them,
How much all of it had been...
A part of my growth I would have stopped to end,
Any mistakes to begin.
And who has ever lived to say,
They have done this without a mistake to make?
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