I have no complaints
but I'm at war with my body
feels like a thousand restraints,
gasping for breath after each round
body covered with bruises
every blow to the abdomen
another restraint is added.
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Poems Upon Poems
Poetry"As she stopped to catch her breath, She looked back only to realize that He was no longer holding her hand Now she must walk in the dark alone." #48 12/29/15
