Midnight Orchids

I sit in silence,
Not to escape
But to arrive
Beneath the chaos,
I find my breath

Breathing in
A returning
Breathing out
A letting go

No mud, no lotus.

I honour the pain
It softened me,
I honour the fire
It refined me.
In the stillness,
I do not shrink—
I become.

I am not behind,
I am becoming.
When I am ready,
I will rise.
Not to prove,
But to bloom.

No mud. No lotus

11 May 2025