Not Into The Sun, Again.

The difference is that I don't drown.

I've worked diligently.

Molding and melting,

Constructing and welding.

You offered me the wax,

I took it hesitantly from your hand.

I applied in small doses.

Yes, I might have went a bit over in the end.

Or, simply didn't apply enough?

They unraveled.

My wings melted as I did the last time in your arms.

You offered me the wax,

I should have noticed my hesitancy as I took it from your hand.

Did I apply it too sparsely?

Was there a better ingredient that we might have overlooked?

My skin still gets chills from the remembrance of my flight.

My mind still burns in drips from the heat.

My heart still drops as when realization stole my wings.

I still flapped,

Desperately,

Intentionally,

Attentively,

And completely.

And I still fell.

And the waves filled my senses, or rather, drowned them.

It is here that I find my answer.

Not within mockery, or astonishment, but in memory and truth.

I tumble in the sea of death and heartache.

Tension by the tons crash and pull all of my body.

I still flap,

Rapidly,

Intensively,

Purposefully,

And completely.

My head breaks free of the torment.

Breaths of success fill my lungs,

And I swim to the shore.

It's not the sky, but I'm alive.

Plans of a future illuminate my mind.

And this time, it won't be wax.

This time, I won't become wrapped up in the ecstasy of flying.

My wings will be perfect, as so my flight,

And this time, I will make it to my paradise. 

Author's Note

Criticism should always be constructive. :)