The Lurker

I see him, just to the right of your ear, sitting on your shoulder, cheesy grin. He is a lurker, a sly one, knowing and experienced. He has been around forever and always. He visits each of us, at least once in a life time. Always waiting, and oh so very self assured.

I first became acquainted with him at a very early age. I was about four years old, although I never thought of myself in terms of years. It was a hot summers day in Arizona. My Father had taken my brother and myself to Nelsons Swimming Pool. I watched as the older children dove into the water from the lo-dive, as well as the hi-dive. I asked my Father if I could try it, and knowing how well I could swim he said, “Sure, go for it!”. My little heart raced in my chest. I walked to the end of the swimming pool and looked at the lo-diving board. I decided to try the hi-diving board, and before my Father could stop me, I was racing up the ladder to the board. I couldn’t believe I was so far off of the ground. Everything and everyone looked so small to me, the kids in the water, the people on the cement. I walked to the end of the board, and then I panicked. I couldn’t do it, the water was too far down. I started backing up, inch by inch, away from the end of the diving board. The next thing I knew, I was looking into my Father’s eyes. There was a crowd of people around me. I couldn’t hear anything. My ears were ringing. And I was embarrassed. I hadn’t taken the dive. I had fallen off of the board onto the cement so far below. There was blood oozing out from my skull, turning my platinum blond hair a brilliant red. I don’t remember much about the incident, or the several hours after, not even the hospital where I was stitched up, not going home to my worried Mother. All I could think about was that I had not succeeded.

Now, all of these years later, I realize that I did succeed. I beat death, that lurker, the sly one, the knowing and experienced shadow. Not only that one time, but many times since. Oh, I know what you are thinking, that death cannot be beaten. But it’s true, I did it. One day I know that I will succumb to the lure of death. For now, though, I am the victor.

Text created by Susan Isabella Sheehan
“Art Is The Perception Of An Altered Reality©”
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The Lurker

Susan Isabella  Sheehan

SANTA CLARA, United States

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