Icarus flew first - A Poem
What if being slammed against the wall
Stops me building it higher and stronger.
What if falling without a safety net
Makes me learn how to fly.
What if me just being me
brings you guilt.
and you fear.
and you nervousness.
and you anger.
What if holding hands becomes
'Promise you won't say a thing'
or 'this can be our little sccret'
Sometimes 'Let's pretend it's this not that'
A gentle moment of purity
becomes 'let's just go around this corner'
or 'no one can hear us'
or ' don't you see, no one knows'
What if good energy mingling
becomes some else's 'mistake.'
An 'against my better judgement'
Somebody's 'It was a moment of passion'
What if an open heart becomes
"Dial that down a little"
"I don't know why you are being so nice to me"
"I trust you, I don't trust them"
"Someone's going to get hurt and it will be you"
What if this is me being enough
What if this is life and process and promise
What if our dark hearts still connect through all this?
Because I am love.