Wings

Do you remember Icarus?

His story ended well before this begins

Spiralling down on melted wings

Because of the sun

The bright sun

That heralds a new day

I too wait for it

But I am not Icarus

I am his opposite

Just as the sun can take

It can give

And to me it gives hope

Of recovery and a way back to sanity

I am not Icarus

My wings are made of will

And by the gods

Fly I will

The Bilge Master