Deceitful look

It looked so bad;
As if nothing
Could come out of it;
I lost hope;
And felt so sad;
Little did I know;
That what looked bad,
Was, in reality, good;
Something great
In the making;
Fashioning itself;
It was growing inside,
Like a Chinese bamboo,
Bidding its time;
To emerge
At its appointed moment.
So, it happened.
Bad ended in good.

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