The Silent Lotus

There was a time when time stood still;

She was frozen,

Silenced;

Scared to speak,

Both verbally and on paper;

Then, the fragile pink lotus,

Uncurled her delicate petals;

Petals around her throat that had

silenced her voice for years,

Her wide mouth opened

Her vocal cords uncurled;

Allowing a sound to escape brighter and more musical

than any instrument ever played.

The sound was beautiful,

It stood for everything she believed in,

She could never be silenced again;

She had found her voice,

Her freedom;

She was going to use it,

And when she did,

She created a better world for

herself and others.