Roots You—all of you—promised God never gives us more than we can handle. Isn’t suicide proof the disease in my brother’s head had no place in your paint-by-numbers world? There is so much beauty in God’s creation. The view you offer hurts my eyes, seen from here outside the lines. In my solitude, I see a single raindrop, and myself in it. It rests for a moment on a magnolia leaf, then having fallen so far it gathers itself once more for the rest of its journey to the earth, where it will begin the cycle again, drawn up through the tiny passageways of roots. From there it will ascend to green the leaf, washing and then painting the world anew. Becky DeVito Becky DeVito has used poetry as a means of working her way through trauma. Her experiences writing poetry led her to investigate the ways in which poets come to new insights through the process of drafting and revising their poems for her doctoral dissertation. She is a psychology professor at the Capital campus of CT State Community College in Hartford, Connecticut. Her poems have been published in Atlanta Review, The Ekphrastic Review, Mobius: The Journal of Social Change, Naugatuck River Review, The New Verse News, Ribbons: Tanka Society of America Journal, and others. Join her on Twitter, Facebook or Instagram.
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