She is a Lotus

She is a lotus.

Rooted in stillness,

once cradled by light-

her early days kissed by calm waters,

where laughter bloomed easily

and innocence danced in the sun.

But the tides changed.

Adulthood did not greet her with grace.

It came crashing-

with weight, with shadows,

with lessons that carved her into someone new.

Still, she remained.

The waters grew murky.

Cold.

Heavy.

The kind that makes most sink or vanish without a trace.

But not her.

Instead of sinking, she reached.

Upward.

Outward.

Inward.

She let the filth surround her roots,

not to poison her,

but to strengthen her.

She found clarity not by escaping the mud,

but by rising through it.

Every petal now holds a memory.

A scar.

A secret.

And a silent triumph.

People see her bloom:

soft, graceful, still.

But only she knows what it took

to rise, again and again,

from waters that tried to drown her.

She is not untouched by life.

She is proof that beauty can emerge from it.

She is a lotus.