Prosthetic Priestess
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.