Poems about Health

I free my bondages to gravity Ascending from melancholia Drifting freely
Do you ever feel your chest sink? It’s like when you dive under cold water, The deep ocean pools the emptiness inside
Reading and writing poetry speaks to the soul,  Sometimes you have to fall before you reach your goal.
Each day is digested through a distorted lens— One that stretches my picture in the mirror—
What am I running from? The question haunts and plagues me
It started As a hole I wasn’t not sure How deep or dark
It started As a hole I wasn’t sure How deep or dark
Look at her eyes once bright mocha, Engulfed in a sea of blues and greens,
A man is one who can stand strong against the dark. A man is not a coward, but a paladin.
A man is one who can stand strong against the dark. A man is not a coward, but a paladin.

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