Poems about Health

A shaky breath falls from my lips An obscure painting on a strange canvas My wrists, my thighs, my hips
I've been alive for almost two decades So much of my life has been spent on others helping others
i’ve seen people in my own mirrors come and go like seasons  
I am not a punching bag, Or the solvent to all your problems.
The creator of life Feeding hungry children From her own breasts.
How do I get out? I have been locked in for so many years.
I am not a punching bag, Or the solvent to all your problems.
ME:  I'm alone and I feel like I should feel worse but no matter how hard I cry I don't feel pain
What a difference a year makes, I felt the jealousy-and envy through the hugs and handshakes, 
made of paper  folded by an illusion  paper boy breathed but was not alive mended with confusion

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