Thirteen’s my lucky number.
Look! I’ve spoiled the secret now.
I know my luck is going to change, 
but I don’t know where or how. 

Am I still superstitious?
Believe all that I’m told?
I’ll just ignore that number
if I may be so bold. 

I will make my own luck!
No number can contain 
the power that’s within me.
My inspiration’s plain. 

(Ha! Twelve letters in my name!)

This draft poem was inspired by Miz Quickly’s challenge to to write about a secret in thirteen lines and the NaPoWriMo prompt to play with sounds and rhyme.