i used to be
afraid
of being invisible
without scent
without voice
or breath
Siblings
blocked the view
placed me
outside the frame
a crack
in the wall
a centipede
crawling in the dark
But now
I sing
and clap
and dance
’til echoes
bounce from mountain tops
and angels sing
glory to the creator
praise to the son
submission to the spiritÂ
I have become
a voice to hear
a light to guide
a pathfinder!