blooming dreams

blossom like a lotus

A lotus sprouts through murky waters,
While weak dreams traverse my mind's own slaughter.


A plan I’d always believed to be fate,
Now halted by the guards of constraint.


Yet the lotus perseveres, a symbol of awakening,
My plan takes shape, despite the challenges I’m facing.


I stand above while the lotus graces the surface,
Both shining bright, with a shared sense of purpose


Escaping the grasp of my mind's chilling plight,
On the thawed runway, bathed in golden light,
My plans, now kindling, ignite a spirit so bright.


And as my blood flows freely,
like a river’s warm embrace,
The past,
a story well-told,
leaves no trace.


A feeble life plan,
to love, to be cherished,
My sorrow, now submerged,
where the lotus has flourished.