Lotus Flower

Here I find you,
Oh little lotus flower,
Basking in the mud.
How did you come to be here,
All covered in blood?

It smells strongly,
Little lotus flower,
It smells strongly of pain.
Just what have you gone through
While trying to keep sane?

It seems such,
Little lotus flower,
That you’ve been exploited.
They come for you often,
So much that you’ve wilted.

How have you survived,
Oh little lotus flower,
Through all the abuse?
How can you not crumble
And break down from use?

I would rescue you,
Little lotus flower,
From the pain torment demands,
But I would have to bend
And then dirty my hands.


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