Fierce Wooden Doll

Day 349: Fierce Wooden Doll
The metaphor for this toy is as subtle as Texas. There was once a rod that went through the middle section, holding the toy intact once assembled. At some point, the rod went missing. The toy has been no good ever since. I went to the trouble of scouring the toy shelves trying to find the missing backbone, but no luck. It's just gone.

What is the rod that holds me together? Is it my own inner strength? My husband and family? My yoga and meditation practice? My writing? My work? My mother?

My father?

I have a feeling I'm about to find out.