Poor Icarus
There is freedom waiting for you
“What if I fall?” you ask.
My dear,
What if you fly?
And as you open your wings
Like bones of bravery,
You move towards the sun
Like moths to flames
And terror strikes:
Your wings melt away
You swing your life away
Ambition, the fire to be free.
The power to fly.
You’re just another Icarus
Plummeting
slowly
earthward
as your
tight-knit
bonds fail
Your soul
leaving your
frail
body.
Copyright © Jaymes Dilaurentis | Year Posted 2017
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