Keep On Keeping On

And today concludes Class of '15's last day at the Abbey.

Yup. That's right.

Today was graduation.

My loves: Sophia, Olivia, Mike, Tiernan, Kai, Patrick, Dylan, Doug, Abar, Helen, Kevin, Yuefeng, Sally, Amy, Jeremy, Maggie, Juan, Victor, and Mary all graduated this morning.

Many tears were shed but (I must very frustratingly admit) not by me. I can't quite explain why. I don't think it's hit me yet.

Poor little Emma was sniffling along all afternoon and Claire's waterworks started once we took our pictures with Queen Soph.

Seeing my boys in suits and radiant smiles spread across their faces and seeing my girls in gleaming white dresses with equally radiant smiles brought me more pride than I will ever care to admit.

You did it, you really did it.

Fonts, Tom and Maeve tagged along as well, looking flawless as ever.

It hit me last week at our Pops Concert and it definitely will hit me later this week, so to whoever has to deal with me when it does (most likely Claire...sorry) good luck. You're gonna need it.

Now, to my parting friends:

Regardless of whether you read this or not, I just wanted to say thank you from the bottom of my heart. My first two years at the Abbey sincerely wouldn't have been the same without every single one of you. You all brought something new and different to the table. Whether I only saw you once a day at dinner, or every second of the day in my various classes and activities, you all contributed to making me smile or making me laugh or giving a good hug. I struggle to find words to describe this sort of feeling because I know some of you are still on campus this very second and so it still doesn't feel like you're gone. But I know that within the next few hours, some of you will leave and some of you, I'll never see again. On the other hand, some of you will come back. And you'll come back with smiles almost as radiant as the ones I saw today. You'll come back proud and successful and beaming--grown versions of what you were today. I'd be lying if I said I'm not gonna miss you. Because as tough as times got for some of us, Lord knows I couldn't function without you. So I hope that you take the time to at least remember me when you're all off conquering the world.

To the Class of 2015:

Go get 'em. The world is yours.

Hasta la próxima,

Much love,

Maya

Typewriting a Eulogy

I know. Long time, no see. Miss you interweb peopleses.

Among all the other crazy stuff going on, The Raven (our school literary magazine) just came out and I got four poems published. *insert extreme blushing and squealing* Two I've already posted (To My Dad and On Holding Hands) but I thought I'd share this one with y'all.

Enjoy.

..........

Typewriting a Eulogy

If words of death and dust become thee so,

Upon my shoulder look and bear no fear,

For I, ‘till recent times but shed a tear—

Refused to let my hungry heartache grow.

Frenzied keys in darkness typed to and fro,

Remembering the likeness of my dear.

Though prose her name and figure would besmear,

A bloodied fool I’d be to let her go.

The clock by which her years so quickly flew,

Keeps taunting me in dreams all night and day,

Awaiting to obscure my tainted fate.

And still, my love for her she never knew.

The words I always meant, I’d never say,

For somehow, I’ve a knack for being late.

..........

There you have it.

I'm sorry I've disappeared for so long. I finish sophomore year of high school next week. I'm trying really hard to keep it together for just 6 more days.

6 days.

That's all.

Hasta la próxima,

Much love xoxo

Maya

When The Whole World Hurts

When the Whole World Hurts

When the whole world hurts,

A mother cries.

She sobs brokenly into the

Shoulder of her thirteen-year-old

Son.

She's wounded.

When the whole world hurts,

The halls are full of laughter.

The hollow kind.

Every smile is holding down

A cry.

No one speaks of it.

When the whole world hurts,

Eyes remain downcast for fear of actually

Feeling something

When they look up.

I glance skyward and feel nothing.

When the whole world hurts,

Texts are left unread, shoes untied

And words unsaid.

But hey--at least the birds are chirping.

It is because they do not know.

Oh, the misery...

When the whole world hurts,

Every one of us goes off

Like a grenade,

One after the other,

Destroying everything in our wake.

We didn't know.

We didn't know.