Wayward Rib

God created woman, from man's rib. So we're always missing a rib. This is a story, about a wayward rib

I found my rib, that was taken from me. I brought it home, and re-attached it. It fit, not loose, not tight, just right. So, I went about life, working, cleaning, loving, cooking and caring for the lil rib of some one else. But, the rib got wandering eyes. Started looking at a few other missing spaces. Ultimately, the rib would cause me aches in my side. And discomfort. Til she finally moved away and tried to latch unto someone else. Will the rib fit, will it be loose or tight. Will he or they, get tired of the rib, moving all around from place to place. Start hitting the rib, controlling her movements. Break the rib or fracture it.
One thing is for sure. Nobody wants a rib that someone else had. Cause she doesn't fit in every space. So, I say to the rib. Clean yourself up, I'll pray for you. And God willing. You'll make me whole again.
For the one's, with a wayward rib.