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，
$ d4 l: D* m/ C$ b2 G3 M　　Both sides.
/ _6 `! y9 {. H  b2 n7 F　　My ribs hold me together，
　　Like glue.
. [9 x5 h6 u1 H4 g( Y. }, l7 e8 J　　They keep my breath close to my heartbeat.
4 d% Y8 u( f/ g3 _, g9 q3 J　　They keep my soul from escaping and
　　Leaving me， grounded.
　　I hold brightness and shadows in
　　The hollow where my ribs meet.
% I0 `# Y$ C; m　　I hold them there in the memories
　　Of slow， sorrowful music and
' r2 T' E6 I. H+ B* n- z　　Porch steps.
! l' \8 U: _" v2 M　　I hold my ribs， until I feel solid.
　　Until my legs are tree trunks and
　　My fingers are fruit.