Lotuses
They were like lotuses in a pond,
Born in murky waters, dirty were their roots,
Their fragile body beaten by the wind,
Slapped and slapped, almost sinking deep.
Bereft from warmth, bereft indeed,
Yet pure inside; they were willing to heal,
To take on the world, to find something dear,
To bloom proudly despite their fears.
Copyright © Mara Murphy | Year Posted 2022
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