By Addy Inugay
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If I were to choose
Between being Icarus or Daedalus,
I would choose Icarus.
Because Daedalus lived, sure.
He outlived his son by decades.
But he lived with the guilty knowledge
That his creation was the instrument of his son’s death.
Without his wings, Icarus would have been safe.
Safe, but trapped.
And Icarus died, yes.
His body plunged into the icy depths of the sea.
But for a brief moment the sun kissed his face,
Its rays warmed his skin
And in that moment, Icarus decided
That perhaps getting to touch the sun was worth dying.
So Icarus fell,
And I would too.
But before he fell, he flew
About the Author
Addy is an English major at ICC and will be graduating in December of 2025. She is currently a librarian and absolutely loves it. She has been reading and writing her whole life, but this would be her first publication.