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
Copyright © Natasha L Scragg | Year Posted 2021
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