Clicks

Click away, upon your key,  time fades beyond,  caught in the web.  You taunt and tell,  the failing connect,  sinking low,  to only forget. 

Fogged up on light,  glare,  darkness creeps on in,  to negotiate,  rude and tall,  it disappears all in its wake,  suicide is called,  walk on by. 

Tap and express,  communicate the unknowable,  words that don’t exist,  feelings unpalatable.  Can is one,  wriggling for freedom,  elusive and lost,  prayer position. 

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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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