By Mara Carrico
Let me know from where I’ve come.
The dirtiness, the mud, the filth of life,
This yukkiness has its meaning, its purpose.
Like the lotus, growing from the muddy waters,
I too, must maintain my roots, without denial,
Unpleasant, but necessary fertilizer for growth.
Like the lotus, oblivious to its surroundings,
Holding steadfast in its growth.
Confident to unfold, revealing only […]