A painting of a woman with long, dark hair taking a photo of a sunset over a mountainous lake landscape with her smartphone.
“Capture This Memory,” by Myra Rocke, 15, of West Rutland.

Young Writers Project is a creative online community of teen writers, photographers and artists, which has been based in Vermont since 2006. Each week, VTDigger features the writing and art of young Vermonters who publish their work on youngwritersproject.org, a free, interactive website for 12- to 18-year-olds. To find out more, visit youngwritersproject.org, or contact Executive Director Susan Reid at sreid@youngwritersproject.org and 802-324-9538.

If failures “are finger posts on the road to achievement,” as C.S. Lewis once wrote, then we can expect and even hope to encounter many along life’s stroll: some to strengthen our patience and resolve within ourselves, others to broaden our worldview and inspire new ideas. This week’s featured poet, Ursa Goldenrose of Hardwick, looks out on small defeats as opportunities for personal growth and intellectual expansion.

Let the light in

Ursa Goldenrose, 14, Hardwick

I dream to drink the sky,

it would taste so sweet,

a sea of blue and stars

and everything in between. 

If we are all

just droplets

falling from what’s above,

will we crack and break

when we finally

hit the ground?

If my droplet 

becomes only small fragments 

of itself,

what will happen to my world –

will it shatter as well?

Or might it widen?

With all the light 

suddenly being let in –

if by 

falling we are opening,

if by breaking 

we are growing –

then why do we fear our failings?

If we don’t 

push open the doors,

if we can’t see

that there’s more –

if our droplets, 

being shed from what’s above,

trap us in imperfections,

hold us in tiny worlds

of our own creation –

do we lose

each other, and the sight of

what there is

that we are not?

When raindrops

hit the ground,

one by one,

softly exploding, 

you have to 

strain your ears to hear them.

But when they fall and break

as one,

they are loud and strong,

like thunder.

Maybe our worlds

need to be a little wider.

Maybe when they crack and break,

we’ll become a little wiser.