The Sacrifice

November 30, 2008
By Logan Kissinger BRONZE, Seatac, Washington
Logan Kissinger BRONZE, Seatac, Washington
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As your feet beat against the sand
and your pace breaks like the tide
Look for me.
As knees buckle with the seventh day’s paces
and your hips blister with wrong turns
Look to me.
“Give me your tired, your poor
your huddled” rejects
I’m here for you.
When frail muscles strain over brittle bones
of all but two borrowed ribs
Look for me.
As your throat brittles and cracks with red wine
and your voice is lost to all but Tongues
Look to me.

Find the circles I beat in the sky
know I gave you every chance
Look at me.
I won’t be the one to take your last breath
you already drew it.
I’m here for you.


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