A silent voice conveys the absurdity
Of fear instilled
That which the hours have just started
To eat away with the passing of our
Toppling the glass
Half-empty or half-full?
Never mind, in the end
The glass is overwhelmed:
Broken promises burned every day.
Once the rain topples the glass
We shall drink to become
A rainbow of awakening
Our silent voices singing.
© June 2017 Marta Pombo Sallés