Lotus flower

[pjthompson]

Hot off the presses. I fear I am repeating myself, but I only have One Great Subject these days,

 

Lotus flower

Always so decisive, organized and resolute, never-aging,
confident-acting if not confident, a bubbly, outgoing woman.

Most of that is gone now. Now, I find myself with a little girl,
uncertain in her steps, both physical and of the spirit,
still reaching out to be what she was, who she was,
but finding a maze of walls between her and her self.

A great tenderness crests inside me, longing to protect,
to make her feel good about herself amidst the torment
and the tumbled-down world she tries to stumble through—
even when I’m exhausted, when the frustration is high.

I cannot swear to always being a perfect person. I weaken.
I trip and fall, but the soft lotus blooming in my heart
is a good resting place, holding us both above water.

The child I chose not to have found me anyway.
What can I do except love her and mother her?

Mirrored from Better Than Dead.

Comments

[sartorias.livejournal.com]

That is quite beautiful. Thank you for sharing that.

[pjthompson.livejournal.com]

Thank you.

[asakiyume.livejournal.com]

That lotus in your heart is a beautiful thing. One of a kind ♥

[pjthompson.livejournal.com]

Thank you, Beauty.

[stillnotbored.livejournal.com]

You made me cry with that one. :) Good job.

[pjthompson.livejournal.com]

Ah, thank you!