Poetry

A Candle for Freedom

Poem-Indigo

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As day slid into night’s indigo,
I lit a candle for you
Imprisoned with little hope of salvation or freedom
Blind guardians with iron bars and words like battle-stained shields
crushing every bone in your body.
If you can, lift your head and search for points of light in the velvet sky.
We are there with you.
When the collective sorrow drowns out vengeance,
dawn will absorb the light, the candle redundant,
nestled in its glory.
One thousand candles are not enough to light the way, or ten thousand,
but we are more than that.