I know the lotus grows from mud.
I know the murky soil;
The rotting, fetid places
Of pain, loss, and turmoil.
I know the lotus blooms in spite
Of growing in this place,
But did you know
That you could grow
A lotus in a vase?
The tender flower must be strong
To defy its muddy cradle,
And still I feel my heart cry out:
I wish the soil were able.
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To Thomas and Kelsey, I will always be here for you. Never hesitate to reach out to me, I’ll always love and support you.