Sacrifice | Teen Ink


November 11, 2009
By CharmingChar PLATINUM, Bronxville, New York
CharmingChar PLATINUM, Bronxville, New York
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Favorite Quote:
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.
Robert Frost

Again and again the leaves turn

They fall and die

They are cold and frozen

The soul diminishes the light fades

Spring arrives and a bud is formed

Green protrudes from the now gray forests

Healthy beings welcome visitors

An entrance way is formed

Reaching out, take your hand

Guide you, twirl you, entice you

But it’s a trick

An array of textures meet your hands

The rough bark of the roots rubs your skin raw along the paths

The light dips lower and lower

Sharp thorns snag your skin

The canopy closes in

The soft colors of before have turned harsh and dark

You turn to go back, to world you know

But you are pushed ahead, forcefully

A movement a head signals you to your arrival

You didn’t know you were going anywhere

You were called

And now it’s your turn

The tree of life, the power of the earth has taken you

You are next


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