She is Free

Those wayward cells, they mounted, climbing higher,

Seeking to conquer, to overcome.

Those cells added up, multiplied,

Weighing her down, crushing her,

Like sand poured upon the ground,

Covering some butterfly.

They grew so large, heaped upon each other,

Inviting all their friends,

Crowding, squishing

Until the marrow separated from the bones,

Until the fence could no longer be propped up,

Held by those posts dug deep and sure.

She was pinned

Like some bird, to a board,

Tagged and lifeless,

The fight of hers, suspended,

When she had been expected to soar.

Those cells, those damning cells,

Condemned her like some jury

Imprisoning and demeaning her.

But that was yesterday.

Now those circles of destruction

Can harm no more.

They've lost their power, their force,

For today,

She is free.

They thought to

Knot and tie and capture,

But in the end,

They were caged

And barred

And could destroy no more.

For what they had feasted upon

As kings eating rich foods at a banquet,

Is no longer

Theirs.

She

Is

Free.