精选英文小诗：My Soul

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　　Sometimes
　　When I feel like I'm going to fall apart
9 h9 }' n5 y, p　　I hold my ribs， all the way around，
0 g9 W. T! \4 |( C* q8 ]　　Both sides.
　　My ribs hold me together，
/ N# C' n, t7 G- H9 B- _　　Like glue.
# T  {6 t; d( x& ~* D　　They keep my breath close to my heartbeat.
　　They keep my soul from escaping and
9 V8 k0 X8 c5 `! L　　Leaving me， grounded.
　　I hold brightness and shadows in
% n/ n1 J- q% X& m( o: }0 h+ r& L- o) a　　The hollow where my ribs meet.
0 ^  B# E2 a: K1 m/ x: k: \3 Q* f9 m　　I hold them there in the memories
, F6 Q! {; Q! `: C2 {/ Z　　Of slow， sorrowful music and
　　Porch steps.
+ w/ J8 J4 y# i5 [$ g$ Y　　I hold my ribs， until I feel solid.
　　Until my legs are tree trunks and
1 p' I" C4 l8 ~2 o  f* e; g　　My fingers are fruit.