my space

My scars still twinge in the cold weather. I feel them tugging at me now and again, needy little attention seekers. My muscles stretch and pull at them, and it feels great. Don't fade away, I like you here. Remind me of how far I've come.

I went back to the Prince of Wales hospital last week. One final check-up with my doctor. I'm fit, I'm strong, I'm healthy. I've worked for it. I heard what I came for.

"You've healed up well. Get on with your life."

This is my life, and I'll cop it just fine.