Scary Things

Scary Things

That scary thing won’t happen.
Reject it; stand against it.
Get in its face, like a boss.
Break its nose; then laugh at its blood.


Has the worst thing come to pass?
How many times in your life?
That anxiety demon;
kills us a thousand times, before death.


I will pray about it now.
I will believe I am safe.
I will trust that I am free
I will give love, and love some more.


I will shut that door of fear.
I will be attached no more.
I will be free of the chains.
I will be happy, today.


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