Lake Michigan – Poetry by Renea Di Bella

Lake. Evening. – Arkhip Kuindzhi

It’s cold.
the same steel color as the sky
laps over the concrete barrier
and pools around my feet.

It has its own rhythm, the lake.
A divine heart beat
with freedom to break free from the cosmic measures
and crest a completely new

Maybe if I sit here long enough
my heartbeat
will become the lake’s heartbeat
and I’ll be free.

About the Poet

Renea Di Bella (she/they) has a BA in Secondary Education and an M.A. in Curriculum and instruction. She was born and raised in Michigan and has been writing poetry since she was old enough to hold a pen. Her poetry is a reflection of her lifelong journeys with mental illness, sexuality, gender, and identity.

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