Saturday’s Child Is Exhausted

I am a child of abundance.

My stanzas and the tension in my shoulders,
plus the idea of a party,
ill advised but always on my mind.
I have a slight sense of self,
and a slight scent of sweet danger,
but the thing I will always treasure are my secrets.

I keep my cards close to my heaving chest,
hopeful and held together by the small slivers of something better on the horizon.
This is just a process.
It’s just a path I have to take,
and soon,
it will all seem so small.

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