精选英文小诗：My Soul

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　　Sometimes
4 I" C/ Y* v% ]0 }0 Q3 S( S　　When I feel like I'm going to fall apart
7 `$ I, K' Q/ O, y　　I hold my ribs， all the way around，
+ W* J3 z: i& c; M: b　　Both sides.
3 @7 G. P: i" Q0 b　　My ribs hold me together，
　　Like glue.
2 Z4 ]" u& Z; f: g& M4 A　　They keep my breath close to my heartbeat.
: e' b2 q+ y( N( C9 {# h. Y　　They keep my soul from escaping and
　　Leaving me， grounded.
  g) y4 I1 j- D　　I hold brightness and shadows in
) G/ L: d0 ]: r2 ^% u0 v　　The hollow where my ribs meet.
　　I hold them there in the memories
- Q7 F' I6 K) [6 S2 N* F! K/ K　　Of slow， sorrowful music and
　　Porch steps.
- z' N) a% G$ x( j! _# W: K  D* u) E　　I hold my ribs， until I feel solid.
, J1 b0 e: {' W9 B0 x7 \　　Until my legs are tree trunks and
　　My fingers are fruit.