The Tragedy of Icarus

i think of the tragedy of icarus often

and how the world unfairly portrays

him

was an autopsy of his body done postmortem?

or was it swept away with the murmur of the waves, hm?

in a world where we are told

that we have to first fail in order to succeed

i saw the scrutinized ambition of Icarus unfold

and with it, the reality of such sayings, and their deceit

in a world where those who confine

seem to find comfort within their bubble

and watch as their superficial stars align

my urge to fly too close to the sun, in the distance, never failed to rumble

“Icarus did not merely fail as he fell,

but rather, he was coming to the end of his triumph”

as he did fall, I wonder if his nostrils were filled with the tangy ocean smell

and whether he regretted it all, apologizing to the waves down below, for what was to come

But alas, like Icarus, I fell from my sky

when I glanced inside your heart for the first time

i watched all my preconceptions die

as your soul blissfully stared into mine

my wings were clipped just like the fates of those

that dare to fly too close to the sun

for I had dared to love, to soar

and though my wings were broken, my heart was whole

and that is all