Up and Out

Why was he laying on the floor?

When you came in and asked him

why, he simply shrugged.

Time passed by

the clock’s hands switched

the sun and the moon’s positions.

Dust gathered around and settled

on the countertops and and tiny corner crevices.

The floor was cold

empty, devoid of life.

And as much as laying on the floor

felt better than dealing with the pain

there was only one way left to go.

Up from the floor

out of the door

and into the world once more.

There is only ever one direction to go.

Up and Out