I etched a wishbone on my sternum

So it can never be misplaced 

A new addition to my ribcage 

Its job to help keep my heart safe 

You may ask who I’ll let break it 

Hold our breath and make a wish 

Make a gamble, use our pinkies 

Never tell (whoever wins)

Except this wishbone’s not for breaking 

It shall always stay intact

For birds depend upon their wishbones 

When they fly, and that’s a fact 

For they offer the bird structure 

And their balance when in flight 

So I will hold tight to my wishbone 

And no longer be afraid of heights