Saturday (poem)

my legs stretched sore from yesterday’s Friday

weak from carrying a weeks’ worth of weight

somedays i don’t think i can wait anymore

somedays i don’t think i can carry the weight anymore

veins circulate with leftover hope from forever ago Thursday

​​​​​​​reheated from the table on Sunday



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A Christmas Poem

Long before Mary heard, “Do not be afraid,” and the angels heard on high,
Before the three came to see the Newborn King, and before John spoke of One greater than he,
We were told of His coming.

Christmas Poem - A Spoken Word Poem - Written to Speak

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Tanner Olson