You make me feel like Icarus

Soaring between a sea that dares to hold me down as the sun's expectant gaze turns to discontentment

I can no longer linger in limbo

The rock and the hard place

The tightrope walker with uneven footing

No net

No harness

My final decent.

Now I cling to you and pray that you don't leave me behind as Daedalus left me and my mother

He left the kingdom after creating a monster and now I too am left a victim in his wake

Hold me as I fall
from my safe perch
from my pedestal

for you perhaps as well

The ground is no longer stable beneath my feet
Instead I now plummet toward it as your hand begins to slip from mine.
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