LOTUS

I am the Lotus. The one who breathes in waters of grief with my arms and fingers all outstretched covering the rivers, the lakes, the fountain waters, learning to breathe, to hold... and to sleep. I am the Lotus. I stand on waters of injuries waiting for strength when scarred with dirt my body is surrounded with dark, polluted waves engulfing my skin but I live while I bleed. I am the Lotus. Thriving while my body's wounds do not get into my Crown -- A petal of many hues. -- Though my body is wounded my flesh all scarred and dirty, my mind filled with emptiness and spots of grief and disgust my being stands still, alive, breathing – living – blooming – beautifully.