Quagmire

The therapist asked the patient, " What shall we talk about today?" The client shrugged and answered, " I don't know what to say! " Quite awkwardly, they Sit quiet for a while. Then a sudden flash of thought! A blink. A weary smile... " I don't understand what's wrong. I've no drive. I've no desire! The best way to describe it? It's like I'm stuck in my own quagmire! I'm not one to drown In a torrent of sorrow and pain. I don't fling out all limbs And splash around in vain! At times, there is this numbness And I question if I'm alive. Could my quagmire be deep enough To duck in or dive? " " Um... ' The counsellor vocalises As though in deep thought. ( They are trained to do this while They draw on what they've been taught. ) ' I like the way you've expressed yourself! A perfect description of what feels dire! You may sink a little, but you will not drown In your said quagmire. " " Well, that's a relief! I hope one day that there will be a drought. Because that will be, to me, a sign That I've got things figured out! " Written 27th September 2021 For the Q Contest Sponsor Constance La France