Free A Father

Dear Father
Your room was locked,
windows were shut and the blinds were covered.
You were locked inside and you had no way out
of the detention,
that never had an ending time.
You were jailed in a small, stuffy room
that never let you see the light outside.
Father I remember you speaking like a roaring lion
and when the people started attacking you,
one word could punch, kick and silence them all.
Right now,
the world zipped your mouth permanently.
The power drained from your muscles and feet
and the gravity placed you in one seat
where they all dare you to get out of there with your body.
They could dare until the clouds go away from the sky,
dare the trees to shrink down back on the ground
or dare the coming of the next earthquake
but let them dare me.
I will shout
and the echoes in this empty lands
will repeat after me.
The trees will shake
and the leaves will be falling
like ashes from the skies.
And will burn the feet of your enemies.

Time expands a deaf and mute space
and I see you right at the center.
I know the clouds will transport my voice to your place
that silences
but one rule made is another one broken.
So open your mouth, wider like a blowing bubble,
let the “uh” amplify beyond a wall,
a rooftop and the sky above.
In a world that is deaf and blind,
the lion inside will roar outside.
Move out of that seat,
cut the ropes, free your arms and feet.
Then leave!
The sky has been dark enough,
and so has the jailroom.
They left you alone crying to the floor
and sometimes, you felt good behind that door.
In a world that cares,
a flying letter lands at your door
saying it's time to go.
I’m amplifying the roars until you hear me,
I can’t call you, message your phone
but my words will fly through the air to you,
so may you come out now.

I will wait until your mind is changed,
the prison you call home is right at your face.
A world that cares, will wait patiently,
and maybe, our story between us could be recreated,
rewritten beyond a happy plot.
But until then, let’s follow where the wind blows
and maybe you’ll decide where your life goes.

This poem is about: 
My family

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