anxiety and depression
have always been
part of the recipe
that created
these foolish
poetic meanderings

now there is a sense
of letting go
of falling in
of acceptance
being accepted
a burst of colors in my chest

a lack of dwelling
in the shadows
tentative steps
into the sun’s embrace
without fear of the heat
melting the wax wings

if icarus had you
he would have
maintained his flight
so forgive me
while i allow myself
to soar