She lay upon her bed, curled up, slowing unfurling like the petals of the lotus rising from the muddy waters of all the past hurts and sins

His love in contrast was the sun’s rays kissing her edges, inviting her to open herself fully to him

Dirty, sinful drops slipping harmlessly away, not a trace left behind

Oh how she viewed herself as filthy and worthless, coming from such a past

But his love shone down brightly, shedding truth and light, enticing her true beauty forth

She turned her face to his, her lips parting

He kissed her then, held her there, breathing fresh life into her lungs

For a moment she felt as if she could begin again, only with him there to caress her pretty pink petals, coaxing her open, showing the world who she really was

When night fell, she faded, closed herself to those around her, sunk deep beneath the muddy surface again

Cloaking herself in darkness

But then as morning rose, his countenance pure, the heat of his love for her

She found herself rising once more above the mire which had sought to cling to her heart and bury her soul

Yes, rising and glowing and growing and smiling and totally completely his

tara caribou | ©2019

Read this and more in my poetry book, Four.

32 thoughts on “Lotus

  1. Tara, I loved this, especially the first two paragraphs which have such a lyrical and graceful beauty to them. They would sound beautiful spoken aloud too. Sometimes the love of another helps us shed the parts of ourselves covered with shame. That love, helps us grow.

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