Hours I

Posted on in My Creative Content, Poetry

mistakes are not the apocalypse

perhaps a finitely consequential apocalypse,
but not the end of the world

to my younger self, i have to learn to be kinder—
kinder and understanding
kinder and forgiving
kinder and more tender

i was young and naive, and very human
and i still am, and still will be —
perhaps forever

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