ICARUS' PIETAS

Flips, Fortes, Vaults, and Failures all erode upon the arch-less soles of my woes.

Don’t walk like that! You'll never get a 10 with that run!

Why can’t you stand still.

If only you did not bounce when you walked

Pigeons could never support my bowed legs cocked into my self-judgment: Even standing proves a struggle and every critique weaves and inlays itself into the creases of my unseen Achilles 

I always wanted to fly, who needs feet for flight? 

Or heels for that matter?  

Never touch the ground, soar like Solomon where no one points and gawks 

or teeming brothers tease.

My feet are my testament which I deem to never share with the Earth

So I Fly 

Spy a crack that still trips me up and up and up and up 

never to be reminded of where I was yesterday, yesteryear or that I was ever Here.

So Stand and breathe. 

There. 

Now Go.