Becoming Who One Is Meant To Be Poem by ashok jadhav

I walk through paths both winding and unknown,
Where doubt and fear attempt to cloud my sight;
Each step I take is mine, though not my own,
A journey shaped by shadow, pain, and light.
The self I seek was buried deep inside,
Beneath the weight of others' whispered ways;
Through trials faced, through moments I have tried,
It rises now, unshaken by the days.
I shed the shells that once confined my soul,
Letting the truth I carry finally breathe;
Each broken piece becomes a part of whole,
A life that learns to give as well as receive.
To be who I am meant to be is slow,
Yet in each step, my quiet spirit grows.