The Icarus Syndrome

Today I felt the heat of the Icarus Syndrome…

Scorch marks leave a trail across my tender soul…

The years had taught me to layer protection from the ravages of love.
Do not expose unguarded fragments of my being between the hours of getting to know you and “this is goodbye”…
Stay in the shade and cool of surface connections.

My diligent regime had served me well through the years.
I do bare the markings of having occasionally lapsed in my daily routine, but wear them as talisman to ward off possible future sun bursts.

When did the first wisp of changing reasoning in my life come forth?
Was it the tick tock of my own inner clock, reaching that hour of life that flings open the doors to possibilities?
For if I do not take the leap now will it be lost to me forever…?

The first unprotected exposure left me tingling, reaching for the soothing ointment of self preservation.
Each time I stayed out in the open exposed for longer. Learning to bask in the light of a new awakening.

The warmth that was radiated toward me and accepted deep within, created thermals around me.
I had the overwhelming desire to take flight.

My wings which had lain dormant and crumpled since birth, were stretched and tended to with gentleness and nurture.
For I still had a sense of wanting to run and hide.
To stay layered and protected for fear of the burn.

But I took flight…

Too many moments of disclosure, connection and understanding blocked out the warning mantras I had laid so much store by.
So much was said and felt, not said but still felt…

I began to soar…

The horizon was obtainable… it shimmered a welcome dawn to the new.

I climbed higher…

I could feel the first tinges of heat scorching my wings.

But I continued to climb…

This is glorious, I could fly forever. Free, open. Endless sky to swoop and swirl through… time has no meaning up here… looking down the world is so small… I see shadows and shapes moving to the rhythm of everyday life… but not my life…

I stay high above…
ignoring any pain I feel…
nothing can affect me now…
I have beaten my own game of hide and maybe seek…

I look up, into the face of the blazing sun.
The eyes of Icarus hold mine, we share a knowing.

We both sought freedom and paid the price…

AF Matthews

The Icarus Syndrome


Perth, Australia

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A repost – I had taken it down, but after being chastised by my dear friend Karen (Arcadia Tempest), I have put it up again…

This came from a moment of a feeling and then envolved into something else!

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