I use to be told that I would get on my feet and start being what I wanted before the labor scars came. The cake was a lie. Now I’m working on making these curse digits worth more than someone else’s “hardwork”. Even with people slacking around me -calling me crazy- I continue to stumble, but the signs of my work and will holds. As for the ones putting up with hard times where I don’t know, I hope stuff like this rallies you.

I’ll keep up the pace, you just watch in, and learn. Even if the hands never heal, one day they’ll wring the binds that strangle pores.

Just watch in, give it time to calm down.