This is your first breath on earth
This is our last call to dance

Just because I’ve stood here 1,000 times already
doesn’t mean the next movement
will be any less important

I’ve gained 20 pounds of blubber for the season
and carry them without a mocking tone

I’ll catch a leaf before or after changing
and make a wish the same no matter hue

If there’s one thing I’ve learned
through bitter climates
it’s that any curse your cracked lips dare to utter
will wind its way back home into your heart

so bury all your swears
in the same plot as your sins
and count the bones that still work
as a blessing

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 You can also watch and/or subscribe to his YouTube Channel Read other articles by Scott Thomas, or visit Scott Thomas's website.