Throw away your tantrums,
lock way your fears,
kill the old you
gut the insecurity  out of it,
relish the laughter
and echoes of what people said
anout you once

then run for the hill
you always wanted.
tread barefooted
let it bleed
walk alone
don’t make yourself a cripple
fall a hundred times
and cry your misery out

look for the hill
conquer it
or die at the summit
valiantly at least