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To alchemize an attachment

Let me sit with it.
 Here comes the fear again.
Why do you care?
Stop imagining people are there.
It's just an attachment, cloaked,  trying to make you scared.
They are going to talk about me
Well, there is no proof; that's bad programming. Don't you see?
Let them do what they do if that is true.
So what if they will talk about you? 
What if they will throw evil eyes at you? 
Send them back to God with gratitude and lovingly. 
They are on their job.
Be glad that I took the time and thought of you.
Be glad something stirred in them to resonate with you. 
They don't realize the attachment they have living beside them.
 It's not their fault. I repeat it: give them back to God.
Worrying about past presence never will keep you in your present. 
Worrying about any future action is a false idyllic satisfaction.
Worrying is my form of addiction. My heaven
It's the place where I threw my sins in. Worrying was like my tempting friend.
I didn't want to, but I had to have that repeated feeling within.
Worrying had me on rose-colored glasses.
It had me thinking all these people were straight lies.
It had me assuming and playing out the fool in me. 
Worrying is one of the biggest mockeries.
It covered me and cloaked me, at times even choked me. 
Worrying didn't allow for any control, and it took hold.
It is coming back for me more and more.
It is coming back for me, leaving me quite sore.
It's painful to admit I couldn't stay in my present self.
I was paralyzed and couldn't scream for help. 
Curiosity exposed me. It was worrying, that facade by me.
A distortion of my face that was a mask.
As honest as I could, it was hard to reveal that truth in me.
A hard truth that I embrace with no regrets. 
I'll turn it around, clean it up, and command it to bow down.
Command it to be used for a real purpose.
It will be a novel new focus.
Look at me, haha; look how I wrote this.
Energy goes where attention flows, as the adage conveys.
These words I divulge are from my heart, my truth, and sure, they are powerful. 
I needed to sit with this piece. 
I needed to sit and take back my peace.

There is hope. Acknowledge it, notice where that comes from, and embrace it. Take Care. ????
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