To Drown? Or not to Drown? - Featured at Toronto International Festival of Authors 2024 Installation "The Blank Page"
- Vicky di Donato
- Mar 11
- 1 min read
I find myself scared of the lake, but not when I look at it.
Only when I’ve excitedly swam out halfway to the shore across from me do I feel the anticipation of a bad thing. The pre-chorus of a splash being all that’s left of me as a great big tree trunk resuscitates from the depths to pull me under.
The disheartening bridge as perhaps no one notices that the lake is calm. Too calm.
I find myself scared of my future, but not when I look at it.
Only after I’ve poured hours treading the depths of my ambitions do I look back at the girl who once dreamed of such grandiosity with contempt. Is she still safe ashore, un-sorrowful and brimming with self-belief?
The chorus flutters over me in the middle of the lake, leaving me unsure of my capable muscles, hesitant of my steady oxygen levels and judgemental to the glittering unknown.
Getting to the other side of the lake is not scary, but having to confront the present is.
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