As I walk, it’s still there and when I ignore it, it just gets bigger. It won’t go away on its own. I have to muster up the courage and power to get rid of it. It watches me when I’m with others and it tortures me when I’m alone. “It won’t hurt.” it whispers in my ear. “It will all be worth it.” It creeps up my spine when I am lying alone in the dark. I long to get rid of it. Maybe, even curtail it. It’s like a disease as it spreads from my head to my feet. My whole body is subjective to its captive hold. It’s too much to bear. I must find a light or a motive to stop it. I seek everything I must to get rid of it. It’s still there. The one thing I needed to get rid of it is a purpose. I gave it to God. He told me not to worry. He took it from me and set me free. He took away my chains. I sit and think of the burden that was taken from me. How I am so blessed.