Icarus Ascending

You have a gift.

A greatness that has given you wings

To take you away from here.

And I know you’re afraid 

That flying may remind you

Of when you fell from the sky,

Let down by those

Who promised you the Sun.

But you were bound to return to the ground eventually.

What matters most

Is remembering

You get to choose where you land

You get to choose where you stand