Lotus Flower
The Lotus Flower.
It blossoms in the muck,
Where it shines its beauty
And gives the power
To overcome the pain.
The pain that I felt,
When your words slashed me to pieces.
When your fists smashed me to nothing.
I was surrounded by darkness...
I was nothing,
I felt nothing.
You beat me down; I didn't feel the same.
I felt lower than lower could get,
I felt useless.
That nothing could get better,
That I was worthless...
I was nothing,
I felt nothing.
Until I saw that light,
The one that I needed
To bloom,
Into the Lotus Flower I am
And always will be.
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