The bird in a cage

Crying every day in the silent of a jail,

golden bars hardened to keep the beast

and the blue sky remote, untouchable

like a bird that never reached the freedom.

One day far away from now I was free

able to fly, drive and see around the life

the smell, colors, and the flower petals

distant now from the present crude reality

When the food and water were senseless,

life was depreciated and  people disposable

the time and family fought against each other

and the freedom was inside the peoples’ soul

One day my child will fly alone and free

strong and sweet to drive their lives

free in a different and better realm

where the world will be their cage.

The people facing me and distant at once

oppressed, hurt and snapped carefully

without being noticed, as invisible hangman

making deep scars and unhealable wounds.

Once my life is over and strength is gone,

the pain and the suffering are distant,

my soul full of scars will be a book

ready to share and flip to the stars.

Friends and enemies will bring together

sweet memories from a glorious past life.

And the hangman become to disappear

because suffering is not obliged anymore.

My soul will transcend, fly and evaporate,

ready to drive a new future with dreams 

colorful feathers with relics of the past

then unknown will be ready to receive me.

April 11th, 2020