No mud no lotus
She grew from the depths,
where the light could not reach,
where the weight of the world pressed heavy,
where others thought nothing could survive.
But the mud was not her end;
it was her beginning.
From the darkness, she rose—
soft petals breaking through the weight of it all,
unfolding not in spite of the mud,
but because of it.
No mud, no lotus.
No pain, no growth.
She blooms because she endured.
She blooms because she chose to.
-AVB