the lotus child

a poem of unlost innocence

with clean hands you were born 
in muddied oceans
yet somehow 
you had the audacity
to crawl above the darkness 
that raised you.

without eyes
you found light at the surface
and the glass air held still
as you drew breath 
and painted your name 
with the red of your pain 
on the water.

where others 
shackled their souls
to drown themselves in dirt

you have never lost your innocence

and when the moon 
calls you back to the womb
you count 
the hanging stars from the ceiling 
and cradle air 
inside your pockets
until it’s time.

every night 
you fight to feel 
the sunrise cast its colors
on your skin

and the darkness never wins

all your life
you surrender only
to love.