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.