精选英文小诗：My Soul

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　　Sometimes
　　When I feel like I'm going to fall apart
　　I hold my ribs， all the way around，
. j, A5 `7 c9 {8 M: C( O　　Both sides.
　　My ribs hold me together，
　　Like glue.
　　They keep my breath close to my heartbeat.
; Y4 l. x, S  `3 Q4 T- Y5 d& c　　They keep my soul from escaping and
　　Leaving me， grounded.
0 H4 K" c2 M$ S3 v& ]& _+ }; j　　I hold brightness and shadows in
　　The hollow where my ribs meet.
　　I hold them there in the memories
7 x' |/ V* \) [2 `. C. ^" j8 `　　Of slow， sorrowful music and
　　Porch steps.
2 i  A# y$ c5 \; M/ p0 S/ t$ N　　I hold my ribs， until I feel solid.
　　Until my legs are tree trunks and
　　My fingers are fruit.