Lotus

So much to do and say,

I’d do it all, yet, doubt,

It lies thick and hovers about;

Follows its prey with restraint,

How lonely it is to be this way.

Even with such a creature to acquaint.

It’s difficult to find a cure for an illness,

That is already in your possession.

Could it be love that fights this oppression?

The one that lives inside,

Does it lie in wait for the stillness?

Is there a place to run; to hide?

It finds a way to spring with power,

To attack at a moment’s notice.

Yet you are the one to lie in still like a lotus,

And spring you.

How lovely it is to be this flower,

Oh so alive and new.

It is clear to me now,

More than it ever was.

I cannot escape the damage it does,

Even when I’ve been shown a new way,

This creature has captured me despite my vow,

To avoid sweet beings searching for prey.

I do not mind the feeling I’ve acquired,

Though it was you,

who gave it to me in that way you do,

I am thankful for you, beast,

A sweet lotus to be admired,

Is what I’ve become to say the least.

Reviews

[Damien]

Very beautifully made, keep up the good work!

[Jocelyn Smith]

Thank you so much!