Stolen Boat, Sublime Terror

AITA for taking a boat and being traumatised by nature afterwards? One summer evening,

I took a small boat that wasn’t exactly mine. At the time, the mood was calm

and peaceful — which I deliberately reflected through personification, describing nature as a guiding presence:

“one summer evening (led by her)”. I wanted to show my complete trust in nature at the

start. Structurally, this opening is important. The poem begins

in a controlled, steady rhythm to mirror my confidence and innocence. Everything felt

fine until I pushed further out onto the lake. I started noticing the vastness of

the sky — “the horizon’s utmost boundary”. Through visual imagery and contrast, I emphasised how