Saturday (poem)
the sun slept in this morning
leaving the rain to wake the day
a different kind of amazing grace
a pitter patter pouring alarm splashing like silence
whatever that means
my legs stretched sore from yesterday’s Friday
weak from carrying a week’s 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
and maybe someday i’ll close my eyes and see it all to be clear
to feel the weight of waiting lifted
Wednesday welled up with weakness
a dry river of lost love
memories of messes i’ve made
repetition of regret replaying
the list of wrongs that continues to grow long
offered with a sour aftertaste of Tuesday’s thoughts
that Monday managed to hang flat in front of my face
and if it wasn’t for Sunday,
i’d never had made it to Saturday
the weight of the weak lifted for another week.
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Tanner Olson is a writer, speaker, and spoken-word poet.
He created Written to Speak to share hope and announce love.