Moon Behind Bars

I want to dedicate this poem to all the peoples and groups of
oppressed citizens who have seen their freedom mercilessly
taken throughout human history.

 

Full moon in the sky
shows its glare
behind bars.
I was a silent letter
which no one
could read or pronounce.
But you circled my silence
with torrents of hope;
your silence, my silence
were not just ours.
The people spoke up.
Our folks finally rose
from a world of ashes
and we knew we’d soon free
the moon behind bars.

 

© September 2017 Marta Pombo Sallés