Abigail Lee
The Modern Icarus
The sun continues to consume Icarus
in my mind and I shudder at daybreak.
Imagine being afraid of the light based on a story,
The fear of that which brings life.
Relating to Icarus seems quite selfish,
I made you my sun and chose to fly,
and now I’m stuck living in the moonlight.
maybe to him, I’m reflected in the moonlight,
I could be the villainess in his story.
He melted my wings so I could no longer fly—
fall down Icarus, stop doing this, Icarus.
these boundaries crossed make me quite selfish.
but you told me you loved me at daybreak,
and I tried my best to save your life,
and told you that if I saved your life
that you need to let me fly,
and I held your hand at daybreak,
and I held your body in the moonlight:
by now we were both being selfish,
but at some time we loved each other in this story,
and now I’ve fallen like Icarus.