Flight of Icarus

There is an unexpected beauty

to the unraveling

freedom in becoming





to here

to now

Feel like my soul

could explode out of my chest in an explosion of light

Could fly

could soar

reach for the heavens, the sun

like Icarus

before the wax melts

and I return to the

tumbling freefall

praying that I lose consciousness

before I slam

into the ground



© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All rights Reserved



  1. Oh, I see. Perhaps its because of the viewer’s experiences. I am more acquainted with how releasing my inner self (ideals, dreams, urges, etc.) can bring me intense contentment followed by troubles against society, esp. guilt after that good feeling fades away.


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