Inspired by ‘the lake behind the flats’
Am I an island? workshop
In the darkness I am treading water in the middle of the lake.
The dark depths surrounding me are pushing against my flailing limbs.
I struggle in vain, unable to move in any direction.
Lights come on, one by one, lighting up the facades of the buildings on the water’s edge, and like Christmas tree lights they illuminate the subtle hues of the dawn sky.
Still I struggle; kicking, arms beating the water, painful breath escaping.
Heavy curtains are drawn wide, revealing detailed lives beyond the window panes.
In bright rooms I see the elderly, the young, lone parents and families and with each glance out over the lake in the brightening day, my hope increases. In vain I hope of salvation.
A glance becomes a stare, harsh and cold. Eyes squint, attempt to focus, looking at me, directly in the eye. Then heads turn away and I am alone…..
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