This is very embarrassing, but whatever.
I worked too hard on this video to back out of posting it now.
Tell me what you interpret the meaning as! That's one of the things I love most about poetry; it's not straightforward. It has many different lives, and they're entirely determined by the readers.
This is the first sonnet (and poem) I ever wrote, so please don't come for me.

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Sonnet No. 1
I lie in water; wind, ripple, and wave.
My body too idle for waking now.
The cold bites skin. My elemental grave.
Eyes t’ward skies, bones stiff. Heart’s still now,
somehow.
Stomps echo; their voices only echoes.
You said I was cold, well, maybe you’re right.
Water filled me—head, toes—then winter froze,
But sunlight melts, and cracks make rigid sight.

Spring washes away my sharp, brittle home,
I feel the air move again, waves return.
Now i have a choice: to stay on my own,
Or make use of this heart that burns and yearns.

I stir my body to search, but there’s no shore.
Here isn’t so bad, alone, I’ll stay, once more.
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I'm Veda (pronounced Vey-duh), a witch, artist, and writer... sometimes. ✨

You can follow me on Instagram at:
  / vedacorvus  

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