Though I find my soul is often disquieted,
and my heart seems perpetually heavy,
my bones
Oh, these bones...
They are more alive than words can describe.

I find my heart and soul are soft,
malleable,
prone to bruising,
and my heart has grown especially fragile.

But these bones of mine,
Oh, these bones...
blessed with unknown strength,
but not rigid.
Much like palm trees,
they weather the strongest of hurricanes,
swaying, dancing
leaning to the winds of life,
but always snapping back to place.