<p class="ql-block">⸻</p><p class="ql-block">Lotus Rising</p><p class="ql-block">by Angela Wang</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">She breaks the surface—soft and still—</p><p class="ql-block">A bloom of grace, of iron will.</p><p class="ql-block">So pale, so pure, the light she shows—</p><p class="ql-block">No trace of where the darkness goes.</p><p class="ql-block">She does not speak of where she’s been,</p><p class="ql-block">Nor stains her silk with what has been.</p><p class="ql-block">She only lifts her face each day,</p><p class="ql-block">And lets the silence fall away.</p><p class="ql-block">A soul beautiful , unsoiled, alive—</p><p class="ql-block">She teaches us how hearts survive.</p><p class="ql-block">That even if the roots run low,</p><p class="ql-block">The spirit always learns to grow.</p>