My Creator - Silvia Murillo

​My eyes absorb with a glance
My body sways with mere thoughts
But these palms do not display what is to come in advance
These lines are no prophecy
 
The breath of life flows within these veins
It whispers to be set free
Restless it becomes with each strain
Uneasy, unsettled
 
Suffocating with each push
Drowning as uncertainty takes hold
Desolate, in fear of touch becoming an ambush
But it is life and power
 
It brews under for the release to the unknown
A storm withheld from the universe
In the darkness, I stand alone
Pulling me above, I meet my creator
 
I reach
I breathe
I grasp
I breathe
 
I met my creator
"I wrote this in 11th grade for an assignment. This poem was made through the inspiration of [an] image. It refers to the hardships that push us down. It's about the power of the human body and soul that was made by God." - Silvia Murillo, 12th grade, Dowling Catholic High School.

Editor Ranelle Irwin says, "This piece stood out to us because of the unique topic, the melding of concrete and abstract ideas, and the careful pacing which allows readers to pause and contemplate our own existence."