Have a Thought Shiny

Literally just shower thoughts disguised as poetry

[robinhood0-0red]

Y'all aren't gonna believe this, but

We're alive!

That means we can do anything.

We can love, draw, kiss, argue, fight, yell, hug, watch, listen, stand in awe, connect, learn.

We can believe, resist, endure, enjoy, harness, create, care, heal, reach, struggle, persist.

We are humans.

We can do all that.

We can do more.

We can be all that.

We can be more.

Can you believe we're really alive?!

[robinhood0-0red]

The absurdist horrors persist, but hope it's clawing her way out of her grave for another white-knuckled go. I think she'll make it further this time.

-- me; who finally showered and did her laundry

[robinhood0-0red]

Ichor

God blood

Icarus

Gifted and weighed down by man made wings with which to fly

Instead he fell

It was not by fault of his

The failure was the gods'

They failed to honor the soft spoken vow they pledged him

As he cast his eyes skyward

It was not of his doing

That Iris' light feet were not quick enough

That Apollo

Hand outstretched to embrace the mere mortal

Who loved his golden rays so dearly

Melted his waxen wings till a skeleton was all that clung to his shoulders

As Poseidon choked him with watery chains

Dragged him down to Hades' ebony depths

"Come

We will embrace you"

Called the gods in Icarus' hungry ears

Only Thanatos

With his icy arms

Kept that promise

I, too, have wings

Though they are not the waxen stuff of effigy

And now

As he falls

Golden namesake dripping from an open mouth

I, too, hear the gods calling out to me

"Icarus..."