I flew too close to the sun trying to surpass
My father and make him proud of me but my
Beautiful wings melted and I got burned
His cries the last thing that I could hear
As I plummeted to the Earth
All my dreams passing me by
Freedom slipping my grasp
If only his pride
Had not been
Tempting
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Stephanie Hoogstad
With a BA in English and MSc in Creative Writing, writing is my life. I have edited and ghost written for years with some published stories and poems of my own.
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Excellent as always Stephanie
💖I’m a bit of a Greek mythology (and subversion of it) junkie. Love this!