Just at the edge of the precipice lay the valley called your fears, and here will appear the totality of your tears.
I know you’ve grown so weary, you wish fear would disappear, but my dear, it will clearly still be here.
To carry its great weight will be your fate, for it is akin to all your sadness and married to your hate.
Pay it no attention, and give a lifetime spent on lies no tithes nor single mention.
Do not try to surmise the darkest days of your past, for the cliff is coming, and it comes surprisingly fast.
And, just past it lay your every hope and all of your dreams. Close your ears to keep nay sayers at bey and cope with all their screams.
Make haste and chase your glory. Face your destiny. Write your best story.
Don’t waste your journey lamenting on what you lack. Hence you’ll attract anxiety that intends only to hold you back.
Open your clever eyes at last or they’ll fade fast to everlasting black.
You must cross this chasm, or trust you will be it’s slave. Choose only to climb towards your future, or to just dig a lonely grave.
Gather all your courage and all the energy you have to give, or you will surely die discouraged for failing to truly live.
Everything you’ve ever hoped for lay at that mountain top, so never ever may you stop.
Eyes forward, look up, use your fortitude as a weapon, and above all else tell yourself to keep steppin’.
The voices never tell you if you will fall or if you will fly. You have two choices now. Stand tall still or how you will die.
Tall am I.