Out of the Inescapable Mud

I can EXHALE Not every day Not every moment BUT… I can EXHALE The Corona virus still runs RAMPANT But the ORANGE plague Has been removed Has been dulled Has been silenced SILENCED (at least for now)... By a baby blue canary A seemingly docile creature With a ROBUST flock An inhale of realism reminds us… There is [still] HATE in the air There is [still] DEATH in the soil False statements [still] cloud the dark web and even so I can EXHALE... I can EXHALE Because out of the mud out of the uncertain waters The LOTUS has finally EMERGED Emerged in its Clarity Beauty Calm & steadfast nature Electricity surges of shock make it hard to conceive BUT somehow... Its grown beautifully out of the inescapable mud The solo lotus knows there is a mountain of work to be done, in order for more lotuses to emerge and bloom... The shadows must become lit The fires must be extinguished The bright horizon must be observed and embraced But even so the lotus made it to the surface So maybe I can too… Therefore… I can EXHALE Not everyday Not every moment BUT STILL… I CAN EXHALE