My scar fades into the background of my life
My scar on my chest seemed so big when I first saw it. I was conscious of it; It’s colour, texture, sensation. Now it is becoming increasingly like just another scar on my body. Another mark on the landscape of my body, another story captured in my body which can be read like Braille.
My scar is a gently reminder
A visible trace of my breast that was
A tear covering my heart
No longer cushioned by my breast
My heart beat is strong and loud
Kay Gravell May 2012