Fireflies Poem by Agatha Eliza

Walk on, with a glowing
lantern in your hand..
carry this hope,
after you remove the shackles
and regain the freedom of
your heart and thoughts!


Dearest human beings,
remember that
the world cannot quench your
unbearable thirst for justice
the secret song you want
to sing wholeheartedly
unrestricted, yet aloud
for all the misfits,
the sleepless revolutionaries,
the unwanted,
the fretful wanderers-
those special kind of people,
disobedient to
upsetting and repressive laws
of dictatorship and shame,
unwilling to kneel or serve
any master or
transient ideologies
written by another being
born from the very same clay
or by a wrathful man-made god.


Underneath the trembled
reflection of the moon
in the stillness of the water,
where the sky collapses
into earth and embraces
the glossy surface,
our hope is born anew.
Weak and fragile as we are,
because in those hidden jars
we store our dreams
the size of purple tea bags
until the lid bursts open and
they turn to fireflies. They leave us
in order to be fulfilled
until another dream is formed
and a crystal tear pours still..