Work Text:
i don't blame you for trying
to fly as high as you could.
for the freezing tower you were locked in
only worsens the pull
of the intoxicating sunlight.
and no one can prepare you
for when the wax melts.
there is no flying with
featherless arms.
it is easy to sink
hanging from midair.
it will hurt.
you will drown.
the water swallows you whole.
maybe in another life
you never had to craft your freedom
out of beeswax and feathers
and there was no lock on the door
and the tower had more than a window
facing something you cannot have
and that you never had to pay
for the actions of your father.
but that maybe one day
things can turn around
and you will finally
learn to fly again.
