A boy lies down in the sand Whenever he cries, he says his eyes have cracks in them. Looking into the sun, his eyes start leaking not tears But whites of sclera, blacks of pupils, browns of melanin: lathering his cheeks and emptying his sockets. He fingers the graves in his face for an answer, any answer Keep moving forward So he crawls through sand into sea, where only tears are seen.
I tried walking into the sunlight, but the rays looked like knives. After enough cuts I would surely die. I wish I could survive past the cuts. For every lie, every misstep, every dismissive remark, every glance, every cut; and feel happy about it I want to thrive in that golden sun: even if I knew it would kill me.
The soft, billowing whispers of stars distract me from the torrent under my feet. A high so high I forgot there was ground Yet no matter how far I was, that torrent found a way to my throat and swelled I looked back up at space: blues, violets, and a loss of senses That’s all I need right now You said there’s nowhere else to go but up so please don’t let me drag myself down
Maya Adenihun is a junior in high school who uses her sensitivity and intense imagination to express her ideas into the expansive form of poetry. When she is not writing poetry, Maya can be found reading, writing short stories, songs, and vignettes, drawing, finding new music, and exploring her never-ending list of deep interests. In the future she wants to be a child therapist and hopes that even more of her writing can be published.