poem : Ode to Self-Worth

Ode to Self-Worth In the quiet hours before dawn’s light, We wander within, seeking truth in the night. Not in reflections that others may see, But in the quiet whispers of who we must be. Self-worth is a river that flows from inside, Through valleys of doubt, past ego and pride. It asks not for glory, nor measures in fame, It grows as we honor our essence and name. Every flaw, a thread in life’s woven art, Every misstep, a chance for a new start. Comparison crumbles where self-love stands, For beauty lies in uncharted lands. Be kind to yourself, through rise and fall, Listen—your soul has answered it all. Worth isn’t given, nor earned on demand, It blooms when you take your own hand. So walk on, with grace, no need to impress— In your flaws, in your strength, lies true success. Written by Baris Demiralay