There's a strength in the palms of my hands.
And I sit in awe of it.
A short lifetime of climbing my way up and through.
Gifted and abused are my fingers.
Peppered with calluses and scars.
And I find I like it, this simple fact about myself.
It could have been true of a lot of people.
But in this moment it is my truth
Dug out that dress--you know the one
I wore when we met, all eyeleted sunflowers
Swore I looked approachably sweet
Yet had your heart racing uncontrollably
Je ne sais quoi to buck the quotidian
An enchanting chance encounter
If only you unearthed the woman beneath
Took a dip beyond the shallow end
Peered past the Sunday-in-bed appeal
So I slip it on for me now, a better fit
More oomph than you'd know what to do with
Cute toh hun mai 🙂↔️🙂↔️🙂↔️🙂↔️🙂↔️🙂↔️🙂↔️
“But investing is hard! But I do not want to break up, because then I’ll be alone! But learning is for few selected people! But I do not have time! But people will stare! But that sounds hard!”
But struggling is alright? K.
stop defining yourself by what you lack. you are not the absence of qualities, you’re the presence of them.