I can’t rebuild without collapsing so I leave the dismantled structure in pieces. This is my ribcage. It half heartedly protects me, but at least it tries. Nothing is perfect. Few things are permanent. I know the intentions to protect me are pure, but I can’t trust the ground where it gives. I can’t step on uneven pavement without thinking about falling. So I tip toe around everything like a dare. I absorb the shock and let it ricochet through my bones- dislocating joints and twisting muscles. The rattling rings through my ears and I can’t hear anything else. I ache for days and stretch my limbs in hopes of feeling better, but never do. I’m as young and free as my mind will let me be. -AMT ©️