Beach chairs and umbrella at sunset

Poem

A Retelling of Icarus

Spring 2024

By Ariana Alvarado
 
I cannot help but be a worrier.
 
I see shadows in my closet, like a child
 
who fears, who cries themselves out,
 
because how else are they to learn?
 
There are moments, fleeting, yes,
 
and short, where I am nothing
 
but love for you. I am reduced
 
to reaching. I am afraid. I dream
 
of drowning, of rejection,
 
of catching fire and blades
 
that know too much of me. 
 
I hope that when I fall, the ground is soft
 
and loamy, suitable for growth.
 
I hope I will always be able
 
to speak like this: laid beneath an island's
 
sun, capturing the warmth in our skin, 
 
pressed to the ever merciful Earth.  
 
 
Ariana Alvarado graduated summa cum laude in May 2024 with a degree in English. She was president of the Ariel Literary Society, student advisor for the Pen and Sword Open Mic Club, creative director for BU Showcase, co-Student Program coordinator and writing coach for the Writing Center, and a member of the national honor society Omicron Delta Kappa.

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