Angharad May – Quicksand

Quicksand

I am

stranded in a viscid quicksand
of terror and anxiety.
Trapped by the mangling
pressure of throttling sand,
closing in painfully, languidly
around me.

The pressure, a constant
reminder of the struggle,
a monster unwilling to let go.
The suctorial sand, ever
leaning on, relying on, feeding off
its’ languishing prey.

Like slow waves of pain,
the sand pulsates against
the shore of myself,
causing me to flail around, keep
moving, changing, doing, trying,
anything to escape.

Yet the only escape from
Quicksand, is to
remain still,
and calm,
stay strong,
and constant,
to fight it
without aggravating it.
And do this
until you free.

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