When Language Is the Only Light
A poetic reflection on truth, memory, and the voice we carry forward.
By Carolina BorgesPublished 8 months ago • 1 min read
Photo by Brett Jordan on Unsplash
Voices rise in the hush between stars,
Opening wounds we thought were scars.
Choirs of memory echo in the deep—
Across dreams too restless to sleep.
Language, our last light, still dares to leap.
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Author's Note
This piece was written for the VOCAL challenge, thoughtfully curated by D.K. Shepard.
The prompt reminded me that poetry is more than expression—it’s preservation. A way to speak across silence, across time.
Thank you, D.K., for inspiring this quiet act of defiance and beauty.
About the Creator
Carolina Borges
I've been pouring my soul onto paper and word docs since 2014
Poet of motherhood, memory & quiet strength
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Comments (3)
This is a beautiful acrostic. Nicely Done!!
This is incredibly beautiful! Stunning imagery and I loved the flow of the rhyme!!
Wow this is great! I found it a bit challenging to stick to such a rigid format and still convey something so deep and powerful. Absolutely love how you managed to pull it off!