Carolyn Gregory: Under Wire

Dear little breast,

you were badgered and harassed

by needles and nuclear medicine,

almost ready to fall off in shame

when you only carried yourself

with dignity in the world,

deserving better.

You always held your head

high in underwire or lace,

trying to be graceful under pressure

or a surgeon’s knife.

Now you are resting

below steri-strips and bruises.

Your time will come again.

Copyright 2018 Carolyn Gregory

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