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Within a mind's intricate web they lurk,
Demons hidden, where our thoughts go berserk.
An invisible playground of complex notions,
In the psyche's realm, they spark emotions.
Silent whispers, their hushed refrain,
Navigate the labyrinth, leaving a mental stain.
Lost in the mind's convoluted scheme,
Where all our thoughts converge, it seems.
Paranoia's echoes, they subtly chime,
Creating disarray, like a clock's lost time.
In the carnival of cognition, a game's afoot,
A psychological circus, where thoughts can't stay put.
Ghosts of yesteryears, regrets unfold,
In the theatre of thought, stories untold.
Manipulating our perceptions, thoughts they mould,
In the psychological enigma, our minds are sold.
Perception skews, reality gets blurred,
In the hidden corners, where sanity's deterred.
Within the intricate expanse of the psyche's sprawl,
In this psychological maze, thoughts rise and fall.
Mirrors reflecting all our deepest fears,
In the realm of the mind, where chaos appears.
In the theatre of thoughts, where reason subsides,
The intricate psychological journey abides
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Letter to our Queer & Trans Youth
Hey, you. I thought I’d start this letter by telling you a little about myself, just so you know who you’re dealing with. I’m an emotional dad, father to three amazing kids who we met through the foster care system, and whose presence in our lives has really transformed my sense of responsibility to the communities that surround us. The connections we’ve made with one another, with our extended families, and with the communities where we live and look for belonging have catapulted us into this whirlwind of emotional tumult which, while not easy by any stretch of the measure, has also been remarkably healing. I realize ours is really only a one-sided chosen family, since our kids didn’t get to choose to live here, but I’d like to think that they did choose to let us love them, which allowed them to grow to love us. And I think that’s where I want to go with this letter- to a place where you can find belonging and healing- even if the pathway there may be peppered with some emotional tumult.
By F Cade Swanson7 days ago in Pride
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