Michelna

Michelna Dec 2024

The first time I heard of Icarus,
I asked, “Who was he?”
The answer came simply:
“The man who flew too close to the sun.”
I understood his ambition
but not the judgment it carried.
He flew close to the sun—
because he could,
or maybe because he wanted to.
And at the end of it all,
does it matter if it burned his wings?
He did what no one else dared—
he took the risk to fly higher.
Let them whisper of his fall.
Let them measure his worth
by the ashes of his wings.
But I see him not as a failure,
but as a soul who reached
for a sky too bright to hold.

I’m thrilled to share a piece of my heart with you: my collection, Icarus: My Personal Version. This is not the Icarus you know—the reckless boy who flew too high and fell. This is my Icarus: a lover, a dreamer, someone who dared to chase the impossible.

Michelna Dec 2024

Closer to the Sun

And Icarus extended his wings.
He flew—close, too close,
too close to a beauty that burns.
And he fell.
Forever remembered as a bold, ambitious dreamer,
Icarus was just a lover.
He didn’t die failing to reach something greater;
no one saw the smile on his face during the fall.
He fell staring at the sky, looking up,
never fighting the wind or gravity.
He flew his way to the sun,
then let his body fall to the sea.
And that’s my Icarus—
the one who smiled at the fall,
who embraced the freedom
of being utterly, beautifully carefree.
Just for a moment the one it took him to drown.

Have you ever read the story of Icarus. I loved it simce the very first time but not for the moral it originally carries so I made it my own way

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