Poems about Health

Some days you are a puddle barely rippling in the steady breeze,
America the Beautiful America the free But is that something that we truly are being Violence fills our minds
Misguided. Disgruntled.. Abandoned…  
By age 10 he had wished the world away. A child is supposed to have hope for the day, be bright and cheerful and never fearful.
This morning the gray box's pattern of lights  is all wrong.   The small box is sick.
I've seen grief in the form of quiet tears in the dark of night.
Mary, let your hair down Just close your eyes I'll help you realize
Having a mental ilness is like walking blindfolded in a forest You can never rest, you feel you can count on no one
I write because  if I didn’t you’d find me dead with
A friend asked me how to be a writer.I wanted to say,lock yourself in a room,scream until you have