Come to me my purple lotus blossom
Unfurl your worn out petals
Before the burden of living
Crushes your tiny chlorophyll filled skins
Relax before your stem cracks
Like a sailor’s broken back
Crushed beneath the ships mast
Heavy with hopeful journeys
But trapped in one spot
Do not let the broken heart
Harden, turning pollen dry
And petals crumbling brown
But bloom my dear
If not for the sake of the sun
Then for its sorrowful lack