Something Sacred in Our Sadness by Scott Thomas Outlar

Something Sacred in Our Sadness

If I write

one more time

about the sky

and how it’s

set to fall

at any moment,

how many chances

will I have left

when the rain

finally does

begin to pour?

If I dance, alone,

on a bridge

in the middle

of the woods,

is that the same

as on a stage

somewhere, someday, somehow?

All you ever needed

was to bless us;

all I want to do

is laugh and smile;

yet when we weep,

please let it be

in joy

even though

we know

this sadness

heals with love.

They said this carpet

knew how to fly

when guided proper,

but forgot to mention

that the engine

could sometimes stall;

and what we’ve learned,

passed down

throughout the ages,

is that the magic

comes from our minds

when we truly

decide to soar.

Bio:

Scott Thomas Outlar hosts the site 17Numa.wordpress.com where links to his published poetry, fiction, essays, interviews, reviews, and books can be found. His work has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net. Scott serves as an editor for The Peregrine Muse and Novelmasters. He has been a weekly contributor to the Dissident Voice Sunday Poetry Page for the past three years.