By Eli Kowar
I’ve always been fascinated by the story of Icarus and how his fall has been portrayed, comparing him to myself. I wanted to showcase my point of view, along with a side of the story no one’s really considered.
They call me Icarus And tell me my story was doomed from the start When I was young, I heard whispers of the one, Who almost flew higher than the sun. I heard of how his wings of wax Melted, dripping like gold down his back How he gasped for air During his dying fall How he grasped for the feathers As they drifted down How he struggled to float As the tide swallowed him whole How he drowned in the clear water As the waves glittered, and he sunk down Forever lost, now one with the sea. They forget who he was, Before he fell. They forget his crooked smiles And his sun-kissed hair His gleaming eyes, And his dream to fly. They forget that he was brilliant Much like his father. They forget what he once could have been, That he was once flesh and blood, Now he lies forgotten, a lesson on mortality. Icarus was just a boy, But I am so much more I am a legacy of the gods Who once walked the earth. And if I fall, I’ll be glad, I have no fear, For I’ll relish the fall It means I once flew. My name will be branded in the clouds And will burn me into history. Icarus was just a myth, But I will be a legend. He was admired by the gods But I’ll be treasured by the world With golden wings and starry eyes. He will no longer suffer, I’ve come to take his place. I will fall, as all things must, I’ll rewrite the end of this story. No one will fly higher than me.
Eli Kowar is a class of 2020 Girls Write Now mentee based in Bronx, NY.
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