Brittle Bones

These brittle bones, they hold me up.

When I want to fall, when I feel so weak I don't want to stand. They hold me steady. They don't let me crumble. No matter how much I want to drop to my knees and let tears wrack my body. They always make sure I stay standing. They may be Brittle, they make be fractured, but they are stronger than I ever will be. No matter how weak I am, they make sure I never crash. These bones make my feet move everyday, make me keep stumbling along through my life. They never quit even when I do. That's what our bodies do. No matter how much pain and despair we feel on the inside, our bodies fight for us. As human beings we can't help but be resilient. It's in our nature. That's why bones heal, broken hearts move forward, cuts close themselves with fresh skin. There is always a scar to remind us it was there but it heals like it was never there. These brittle bones, they hold me up.