may the sun melt these wings

Wasn't I the fool?
To call this prison a home.
To call these walls a friend.

To elude
being told I was afraid,
even when I was.

There is nothing as painful
as realising you created your own hell.

Validation is waxen wings.

When you find your sun
and are willing to kiss it.
The fall is worth the call.

Author's Note

Partiality inspired by story of Icarus. This one is about the realisation of not living as your best self. Holding yourself back for no reason because of validation or whatever may hold you back.

Fyodor Dostoevsky wrote "worst sin is that you have destroyed and betrayed yourself for nothing."

Light will always penetrate darkness of self doubt.