Floating

The rain drains from my veins
Leaving me floating amongst the clouds
alone.

A bridge from light blue to beige. 

Safe, sturdy, and content.

Bringing things together,

holding them tight

tighter

tightest

A stapler can only hold so much,

So why do I try to hold even more?

Here I lay; a pizza to my left, a cat to my right

What else could I possibly need in my life?

I am floating, I am floating, far, far away

yet here I am to stay

Floating above my body,

Floating above the clouds

The vines of a spider-plant hold me close

closer

closest 

close in it’s tangling, purifying arms;

Hold me down, keep me here

safe and sound

with no one around

Attach me securely inside

as the rain starts to"—drip—drop"

refilling 

And

flowing still

The clouds floating up above and me here

Down below.

Stuck?

floating—

No one will ever know.

Written by Rose A. Fitzgerald during a Therapeutic Poetry Workshop courtesy of SocietyX with Lisa Ann Markuson regarding pathetic fallacy.