I dived,
My father’s wax wings slicing through the sky,
The radiating sun, unravelling my wings
As I collapse towards the sea,
Wind carrying my laughter and a cry.
Every heartbeat traced the thrill of impossibility.
Yet I held back,
I felt the warmth.
One moment,
Gravity is nothing but a word.
Another moment,
I am soaring, softening into the horizon.
Fearless, lightweight.
Then the fall comes.
Yet even during the descent,
I know at least I flew
And in that last flight,
I touched everything I had ever wanted to be.