The Language Of The Poem Is The

You Want To Cry Aloud For Your Mistakes. But To Tell The Truth The World Doesn't Need Any More Of That Sound.

The Language Of The Poem Is The Language Of Particulars.

It's Not A Competition, It's A Doorway.

Who Do You Want To Be In Your One Wild And Precious Life?

Be Good-natured And Untidy In Your Exuberance.