It’s cold.
Water
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
melody.
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.
For the first time in nearly five years, Vita Brevis is closed for submission. Read the full story here.
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Sounds like one powerful and cosmic lake. Love it.
Love that last stanza!