Euphoria

Floating. Gliding. Weightless.

It’s so freeing,

There is nothing weighing you down

No one to tell you you’re wrong.

Is this Heaven?

No, Heaven is a lot less blue.

A crystal clear blue encompassing everything around,

My body feels like cotton candy

Yet, I love it.

Euphoria.

Is this what being alive is supposed to feel like.

Freedom.

Am I dreaming?

If so, I don’t want to wake up.

The room is spinning,

But in a good way

Like kids playing rings around the rosies.

I feel weightless,

And like I’m flying through the air.

It’s like every care I have is being washed away.

This is my Heaven.

© 2019 Zilfia J Robinson

Comments

BRENDA ARLEDGE from Washington Court House on August 01, 2019:

Not sure where your Euphoria is coming from.

The poem is well written.