Metamorphosis
by Scott Thomas Outlar / October 3rd, 2021
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
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This article was posted on Sunday, October 3rd, 2021 at 8:02am and is filed under Poetry.
