I am not afraid.
I am completely fearless,
filled with raw courage—
until I think of needles.
Then my palms begin to sweat.
NaPoWriMo, Day 11 prompt: Write a tanka, which is a poem of 5-7-5-7-7 syllables, where the last two lines have a little twist.
Marilyn Rauch Cavicchia 
I am not afraid to speak or write about religion, after reading some of your thoughts. I’m going to go back and read all your month-long writings. I am starting a similar voyage! Thank you for the inspiration. (Again)
You’re welcome! I feared it a great deal, but by the end, I got into it and learned a lot. I hope you have a similarly good experience. Once I’m done with NaPoWriMo, I have to go back and read the previous month, myself.