Icarus fell from the sky,
they say.
But in reality,
the story went a different way.
Picture this:
A man whom could only fly so far
no one to believe that he could graze the sun
that he would only get so far.
The man,
longing and blue,
takes flight,
wings made of wax and a heart of steel.
Icarus fell,
just like they all said he would.
He could hear their cries,
but something had changed inside.
He had grazed the sun,
held it high in the sky.
Even if just for a moment,
Icarus flew high.
So Icarus fell,
melting but fulfilled
as he met the ocean blue below.
(7/7/2025)
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