Liberation...

Flitting in and out of the shadows

Bearing burdens silently, 

My sisters helped me find my voice...

Even though  I cannot  sing I can use my voice in other ways.

I have my feet, I have my hands, 

I saw the ladder my sisters placed

And climbed out of the murky pit

To smell, and taste, and see  and have it all

and put the ladder back again, 

Making sure the rungs were strong 

For the others still in the pit.

(Thank you sister Ida Torres for this analogy)