Wild by RoZo

i used to be


of being invisible

without scent

without voice

or breath


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 spirit 

I have become

a voice to hear

a light to guide

a pathfinder!


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