Looking through pane

The water washes down the pane
Warping the view through my eyes;
Insidious worms wrap their way around
Stopping, building then running from view.
Sadness seeping along the course of this life
Twirling to a slow song of twisted romance;
Beckoning to those with the persuasion to step
Along to the morose timing of the gentle steading beat.
Everything seen is distorting and tainting the view I see
By my thoughts, experiences and feelings of how things should be
Forgetting the clarity that is; wiping the foggy pane clean
These windows to my soul which reflect without gleam.
Open your soul window;let your whole heart fly free
Across the border lands of fear and uncertainty
Meet at the river;it gently drifts to the sea
I’ve got this, I am entitled to be who I be.

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About R Congues

I am a parent of two children, one who has experienced severe anxiety that became disabling in all aspects of their life. I am a teacher of Maths, Science and Religious Education with a Masters in Special Needs Education; I am a qualified Reiki master, with a love of art and creative experience. I am not a professional in the fields of psychology or medicine. (If you are interested in these perspectives there are many internet sites to use.)This blog is not about recommending medications or specific treatments.
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