Alone in cells of isolation
experiencing a deafening silence
yet we soldier on
in battle with ourselves
like cells in our bodies
of a particular duration.
Isolation offers consolation
alone with cruel thoughts
cells contain what cannot be shared
so afraid of touching others
in a world of miscalculations
we withdraw into ourselves.
We invite others to our party
isolation when they have come and gone
in solidarity to preservation.
Cells are bleeding yet nobody sees.
Cells multiply, generating new life
we are meant to grow always.
Isolation sweeps away
connection as we face the sun
in our morning cup the day is done.
In our hearts the tribal drumbeat
cells understand the dance of inclusion
alone until they meet themselves.
We have become estranged from our tribe
isolation was the sentence of the damned
are we living as ancient outcasts?
Are we living the best way
in secure and impenetrable fortresses
isolation is the unintended outcome
cells we have made of ourselves.
We were severed from the natural way
alone for too long, we stopped reaching.
Alone is the defense of desperation
we took shelter in.
Cells have we made of ourselves.
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