My Icarus

An Open Letter to My Icarus 

In an open letter to my Icarus, I declare 

that the truth cannot be ignored because it is too hard to bear  

In an open letter to my Icarus, I state 

that perhaps neither of us can outrun fate 

In an open letter to my Icarus, I say 

In your desolate and defeated wilderness I lay. 

My Icarus, you have burned our cities down to nothing, you have caused so much pain,  

but my dear Icarus does not know the sheer amount of destruction he can create.  

He does not know of the agony that sears, 

he does not know that the hellhounds that scratch at the door are leashed to him,  

he does not know that his words have created a guilt that can kill, that can burn, 

he does not know that from his words we both have a lesson to learn. 

My Icarus, my heart you have both nurtured and maimed,  

to my heart you have been honest, to my heart you have been betrayed,  

My Icarus, you are both a sinner and a saint, 

you are a traitor and a friend, 

beginning and an end. 

We had promised so much, my Icarus, 

that we were both bound to fall short. 

Do not look at me with disappoint, do not look at me with pity, 

for we are always trying to rebuild our cities.  

My Icarus, my Icarus,  

my God we have flown so close 

to that coveted sun, 

to that glorified star, 

grasping at gold tendrils that seem so far 

In an open letter to my Icarus, I exclaim 

that perhaps we should just both take the blame.