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I’m gonna do it again, put my fears, questions and worries into my pen. Watch the ink release the hold its grip has had me in. Fear has been my main attraction. I never need a ticket as I dictate and delegate all of the action and many transactions. That’s right your eyes and ears seen and heard correct. I am Frankenstein, the inventor of the dread that has had me crippled within my own head. I made this bed. I meticulously formed places for my mistrust, faithless, fear driven, case-less theories, to root and grow. Swallowing me whole, for already forgiven sins, from the box man In confession. Now to redo that section without deception, as deceitful balloons eventually pop from the misconception, that you are free after 10 hail Mary’s and your donated fiscal blessing into the box. I release the pressure I created in my own head. How peaceful it feels, to just let your hearts kettle decompress and express, anything that has been fighting to live within you without loves breath. Hatred was starting to form and take over my head. Faith never left, it just stepped aside and allowed me the opportunity to decide if I was going to continue to turn myself into a monster I despise or into a being full of hope and life. He gave us choice, and only in our time will we be able to give it a voice. Not even a scientist can theorize the truth its invisible except to few. We are our own hope operators, mental surgeons, word makers, feeling scientists and yes confessional takers . The need has always been within, the keys were always there to find. It was the lock that you placed before you let go of fear from your mind, that kept you crippled and discouraged from any attempt to fight for your own life.

By Sierra Mazzucca