I thought this poem could maybe be relatable to you guys. So here it is:

Fear has a silver gun,

Aimed at the back of my head,
All the while,
Threatening to fire.

I feel Its invisible pressure,
Haunting me like a phantom.
Fear's lips whispering, "You're no good,"
"To the world,"
"Or anyone in it."

But Your eyes of love steady me,
Urging me to break free,
From Fear's grasp.
You tell me I have the power,
But the danger is so real,
All I can feel is Fear,
Whispering in my ear.

You butt in,
"I'm the Beginning and the End,"
"First and the Last."
"I'm the God of what's real."
"Stop being ruled by what you feel."
"If you let those feelings guide you--"
"Yes, those feelings like glass,"
"That form and shatter so fast--"
"You'll end up chasing wind,"
"Like a snake racing through a meadow."
"You'll never find peace."
You pause and I nod,
"Come to me."

Fear becomes frantic,
And I try not to panic,
As It prepares to fire,
Those dreaded bullets,
At me.

God doesn't stop,
"Look to me, my dear,"
I hear the gun cocking,
"I'm a constant in your ever-changing sea,"
"And I will never leave."

The gun clicks.
It clicks again.
There were no bullets to begin,
With.
No imminent danger of death,
At all.

I nearly fall,
To the ground.
As I run into the arms of my Savior,
The one who Is,
Who Was,
And Is Yet to come.
And I know he holds my past,
My present,
And my eternal future,
Right in the palm,
Of his infinite hand.

Fear slinks away,
Covered in disgrace,
Proposing he'll just swing by another day,
But on that day I'll be ready.

Because Fear doesn't have anything on me.