screw icarus
I’ve always been a Master of Sabotage,
but only if it applies to myself.
The reasoning goes,
if I’m just going to be Icarus,
fuck the fall and burn the wings,
not caring until later
that I never learned
to fly.
Today. Yesterday. Last week…
I’ve been biting my tongue,
sitting on my hands,
and staring at the Sun
with matches in my pocket
and wings at my feet.
And I can’t allow myself
to move.
Because this time,
I want to taste those clouds
as the wind takes me higher.
I want to feel the heat
as I climb to just the right spot.
And I know I might end up
in the dirt, the sea or worse,
but first, I want
to fly!
So forgive my silence,
my stasis
and my temporary fear,
but I’m waiting for that moment
I can trust myself
to pick up my wings
and put the matches
down.
©2024 Chris Dean All rights reserved.

Chris Dean is a storyteller, spoken word artist and self-proclaimed Magpie Poet who writes from the heart of Indiana where they live with their husband, dog and too many cats to mention.
Their work has been featured by Cajun Mutt Press, Fevers of the Mind, Dumpster Fire Press and the upcoming Gal’s Guide Anthology. Their debut Book of poetry, Tales From a Broken Girl, was released in 2023 by Storeylines Press.

