I am wavering.
My bones are not as strong as before
And my blood has run cold
And my skin is cracking with every move
And my hair has lost its luster
And my joints creak and moan,
And my heart keeps missing beats.
But they replace my bones
And wrap me in a thick blanket
And tape me back together
And brush my hair
And oil my joints
And fix my chest’s metronome.
They are keeping me together.