Icarus Unbound

by Scott Thomas Outlar / August 26th, 2018

Bad habits are for the birds
but we all love to fly

and no matter how hard
wings are flapped
some cycles are still
so hard to shake

Every saint I’ve ever met
was steeped in sins of past regret

of mud, of dirt,
of dust, of ash,
of sun, of moon
of rise, of crash

Good will is born in your heart
but the key is turned through action

I’ll lock my love and hate away
and pray the Lord my soul to take
so if smiles alight when morning comes
let’s sing and weep for lessons learned

Scott Thomas Outlar is a lover of truth and enjoys researching philosophy, psychology, politics, spirituality, and any other facet of consciousness in the pursuit of reaching a higher state of vibration. He also enjoys writing rants, poems, essays, short stories, and prose-fusion screeds covering such subjects. Scott Thomas can be reached at 17numa@gmail.com. You can also watch and/or subscribe to his YouTube Channel Read other articles by Scott Thomas, or visit Scott Thomas's website.

This article was posted on Sunday, August 26th, 2018 at 8:03am and is filed under Poetry.