Poems about Health

January melts;i make-believe for yoU, and Sometimes They Sing,
My mother tells me she used to believe in  abortion. Said her body wasn't ready to 
Loving; Being kind; Laughing loudly; Listening silently; Giving hugs; Observing closely because you never know what you might find...; St
one last desperate plea, one last call for helping handsto give him reason, give him ground on which to stand
  I run from inevitables of life I scream for God’s gentle touch of mercy
The pen is mightier than the sword As the cut is weaker than the word And while your body is greatly scarred
You're cold shoulder, bipolar high roller disorder  Is sympathetic, arithmetic, epidemic kinetic
I stayed home.I sat in the dark.I let them go.I plugged in.I thought it out.I said yes.
I can never speak, the words come out  twisted and jumbled and ran together as if the sentences I form were hit by