Treasure Island

Tiffany Rose Moczydlowski

(November 28,1996 / Springfield, MA)

Alight


When vibrant faces go pale
That's when we meld to the dark landscape
When faith topples and crumbles
That's when we secret away in vain
When passionate voices go silent
That's when we neglect to pave an escape
When all but hope prevails
That's when the flame of resilience alights.

Submitted: Friday, August 16, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, August 21, 2013

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  • Giorgio Veneto (9/25/2013 3:23:00 AM)

    Here we must became more precise and less abstract. The poem has potential though. Smiles! G. (Report) Reply

  • Patricia Grantham (9/7/2013 2:42:00 PM)

    Hope never fails even if we lose its essence sometimes.
    We have to be able to move with the tides wherever it takes
    us in life. Hope will always come out on top. Nice write. (Report) Reply

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