Prosthetic Priestess

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She glides into the amphitheatre of gladiators, 

like a colossus,

tested and challenged, tortured and punished,

bruised and battered

but refusing to be defined by her injuries,

rebuking the stigma of indignity.

True warrior of determination.

She’s up for another battle

where her only adversary is herself.

Then stands victorious on her pedestal,

 the Queen of Combat.

Her smile glitters with Gold

as she waves to the Grandstand;

catching the eye of the Prince of Possibility.

 

 

 

◄ Politicks and other creepy crawlies

Oh gardener in me ►

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