Curate, connect, and discover
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