Flight of Icarus

There is an unexpected beauty
to the unraveling
freedom in becoming
boneless
shapeless
unmoored
untethered
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
broken

© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All Rights Reserved

 

9 comments

  1. Hmmm – Falling doesn’t hurt. The pain is in the landing. Flying is just falling without hitting the ground and feels wonderful. But, as they used to say in the days of the early flying machines; Any landing you can walk away from is a good one.

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