I feel like a reflection
of my old self,
a trembling vision in
the surface of a lake.
She stands in the sun,
with joy on her face,
a smile so bright it rivals
the orb in the sky.
I watch her lift her
hands and dive in,
squealing from the cold
hitting her skin.
My face is distorted,
the water moves too much
to allow a smile to exist.
She disappears –
I do the same.
But she will still emerge
from beneath the waves.
I am tangled in the weeds,
I can’t seem to escape,
trapped in the cold dark pool,
I have no choice but to stay.
(Copyright 2023 Leona Petrovic)