Problems I Don't Have

Question..
What would my problems look like if it was here?
Would it wear horns and disguise itself as the flames that visited Moses?
Show me where to go just to lead me off a cliff.
That he promised that would give me the world as long as I trusted in him?
Would it be like in elementary?
Where tears soothed my wounds left by patches on my head?
To be know as the girl that no one could love?
Would it be dressed as me as I look in the mirror, yet never recognize who I was in company with?
Only to put on more things that resembled celebrities that I couldn't relate to?
Would it be dressed up as my husband?
Where I couldn't resist saying yes to what i thought beautify actually mimicked?
Would it be these things in my now, that i mistook for past me.
Or who i thought i would become?
I just have to remember that those problems don't exist.
Only memories that are trying to resurface like zombies in thriller.
I am letting anxiety take thrown as she so commonly does.
Not realizing my now.
The blessings of things that I thought could never be, yet somehow are.
Things that only faith could've gave birth to.
So what would they look like?
I think God the Father, Son and Holy Spirit.
Coming to take my problems to a cross that already took a hold of my pains and sorrows.
My problems would look like Him.
Greatness already overcome.
With Him they don't exist.
He makes sure to take away what does not belong.
So if they don't?
Does that mean neither does this peom

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