Sky In My Pocket

When I was a young man,
I did not tell anyone

about the time
I tied feathers to my arms
and tried to fly.

I did not have the gift
Icarus’s father had,

of being able
to build something
and instead,

I did what I could.
I built something,

and I used it
to reach for the heavens.
I failed,
and fell,
but I have
a little piece of sky in my pocket,
and I carry it with me,
wherever I go.

About Catastrophe Jones

Wretched word-goblin with enough interests that they're not particularly awesome at any of them. Terrible self-esteem and yet prone to hilarious bouts of hubris. Full of the worst flavors of self-awareness. Owns far too many craft supplies. Will sing to you at the slightest provocation.
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