Icarus

Am I throwing myself off a cliff?
Diving into this unknown...but what is known is there is no safety net at the bottom of this jump. There is no hand stretched out to guide and save me. This is all on me. Have I melted all the wax off of my wings? Have I been to the sun and now I fall into the water, flames embracing my body? Or have I not gone far enough...does space still wait for me. If I jump - is it possible I'll do more than float, but I could fly. I could climb, soaring into the stars, the clouds, the air.



I'm running. I'm fleeing. I need to escape, to cut myself free. I need to jump.

And suddenly it's all new.

The world is color I have never seen.
Grass fresh from under the snow,
Light too bright to love, to warm to despise.

Suddenly I am new.

I am flying and falling all at once,
terrified to be so excited.
Excited to feel so strongly.

I float until I accelerate.
Entering a new.