Poems about Health

I'd only felt at best in my dreams and even then I wasn't fully asleep. Plagued by my conscience of insecurity,
A cry to what was once perceived so pure The crown of white roses broken; their thorns have lashed
Eyes water with abundant sight, My aching back finally rests. The era of a generation long dead,
 TThey think loud, I know quiet. They think forgiving, I know weakness.
Truth lies behind the person who smiles the most.
In a forest where I constantly keep walking,
A simple step
The incandescent sunrise