Don't.

Don't apologize for the way your soul sees the world.
Don't back down from your brokeness.
How many times have you
split your self open in the
deepest parts of the night
and admired the constellations
your journey has become?

You, sweet sister, are a galaxy
and a thousand adventure novels
and a big boquet of roses wrapped up into
one.

Don't hold back your breath
if you are afraid of incinerating
the rest of us.

To be honest most of us are waiting
to be lit on fire
for something.
Anything.

I can't imagine a better reason to burn
than for everything that you are.