Didn't start this with a religious theme in mind, but that's how it ended up. The verse in the poem is 2 Timothy 1:7. Let me know if it's any good!


It seizes my heart like

A deadly python,

Strangling me until I am gasping for breath.

I fight, fight it until I exhaust myself.

I know what I need to do

To overcome it, but I can never

Get enough strength.

I crumble and collapse under

The intense pressure of being afraid.

But soon I learn a valuable lesson:

Our God has not given us a spirit

Of fear, but of power, of love,

Of a sound mind.

So when I hear the python

Slithering toward me,

I turn around with a sword in my hand

And face him, saying,

"I am ready."

So, what do you think?