Like Lotus from the Mud

close up of drawing of a white and pink lotus blossom

First days of annual leave
The struggle is real
Winding down impossible
Too many loose ends to tie up

Communications to finish
Plans to make
Creating order as strategy
Wardrobe, drawers, papers

While the mind meanders
The hands make space
And somehow
Creating outer space
Creates inner space

The white noise is calming down
And thoughts emerge
Like bright lotus blossoms from mud
They were hovering
Just below the surface

But now the pedals broke through
Blossoms open
And bring more calm

So maybe
Just maybe
Tomorrow will be a better day

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