Rejection, it's the pain of a thousand microscopic papercuts, The generalized agony that freezes you in place. You're supposed to be able to accept what happened and move forward. You're supposed to learn from your choices you've made and become a stronger individual.
But, It's days like these where the pain of false smiles wound the most on the healing parts of our hearts. When you accept a door has been cast shut and must venture the hollowed courtyards of platonicity. Somewhere that is meant to lift the sails of life and bring with it a deeper connection to those I can call my friends.
The vulnerability that occurs when you gather the courage to make the jump over the deep caverns of uncertainty lasts much longer than the pain of the impact. Waving over your body and soul a fragility that resembles our most rudimentary requirements for life, a desire for warmth and comfort. A great drive towards the stability that the world oh so much lacks.
Seeing the person you hoped you could tell them all the cheesy and dumb things that you had wanted to say, be echoed to them by another. The lamp slowly burns out, leaving you stranded in the dark, heating your heart as it slowly sears through your body and begins to fall. Plummeting downwards for eternity. The smiles you make, the laughs you have trying to keep some semblance of yourself result each time with a new spear jutting through your chest. You hold strong knowing it is the right thing to do, but feeling oh so wrong. Each spear gouging out a piece of my own self.
-Sincerly, Icarus
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Icarus, The Fallen
PoetryAnthology - After falling from grace these stories show the struggles and turmoil that face Icarus in his own mind, warping and distorting to his newfound wounds.
