There will be times where your gentle does not make sense to them.

Be soft anyways.
When they don’t see you as Phoenix,
when they just see you as ash,
when your tears are floodgates you wish you would’ve learned how to operate ages ago and you can’t stop spitting “I’m sorry”s
like sunflower seed shells.

There will be entire decades that you apologize for yourself for a living.

Then you will change professions.

Published by ampersandthenwhat

Writes poems. Tries to be a better person everyday. Doesn’t have it all figured out.

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