There are those out there,
Who cut themselves,
Inject a dirty needle,
Down the boos,
To deal with their worries
And then look at me in frustration,
Asking “How do you do that!?
How can you be so carefree!? Is your life perfect!?

No, in fact, it’s been worse then some,
But how do I let my worries,
Anxieties,
And imperfections not bother me?

I use to hide them,
Deep inside,
But now,
I let them go.

I let the ones that come float up to God,
Like dandelion seeds in a zephyr,
The rest I pluck away, one by one,
From the dungeon within,
And I send them to God,
Sealed with a kiss and a tear,
A long time in coming.

Doing this I know I can smile and laugh,
Because he love me enough,
To collect my worries,
And set them and me free.

It is not easy though,
And it can be so hard to let go.
There’s a risk,
For if you let them free,
You let yourself grow and change,
And that’s the biggest worry of them all.