Icarus lives

she hovers on the edge of the cliff / wax wings and freckled cheeks and steely eyes (full of choppy grey water and murky depths and the distant echoes of wax feathers falling) eyes always tilted towards the sun / always seeing where she could go if only

she / had / wings

you / Icarus / toeing the line between girl and woman / hovering between here and something more

Icarus lives / and she has no fear, wax wings spread and sailing towards the blinding light / You have never known what it means to fail so failure is not a possibility / But if / when / your feathers begin to fall / one by one / Icarus lives / you have no regrets /

it doesn’t matter whether your wings melt / doesn’t matter if you plummet / lost beneath the sea /

so long as you came the closest / to touching /

the sun