Feeling
Torn
Broken
Helpless
Falling down
In a pit
Of emotional darkness
Cutting
Bleeding
Bruising
I’m not strong enough
Nor brave enough
Not worthy enough
To peel him away
I lay there
Pinned down
Utterly useless
And afraid
Hours and hours
Left in the dark
Screaming
No help came
Fighting
I wasn’t strong enough
Crying
By myself
Powerless
Defenseless
Ashamed
Why must I feel this way?
It’s not my fault
Why do I feel guilty?
Identity
Stripped away
Friends
Abandoned
“Oh look there’s that whore”
“Watch out she might get you next”
I was tainted
Done with
No one could ever want that
I’ve been thrown away
Like a trophy to be won
And then to just sit and collect dust
Abused
Left forgotten
Left used.
Where I remained
Broken.
That is until
I
Met
You.
Fearful
Brave
Strong
Stood in the gap for me
Everything I could have ever wanted
Resides with you
Caring
Loving
Kind-hearted
Boy, I’ve only dreamed of someone like you
He buys me flowers
He brushes my hair
He treats me like a princess
Even when I didn’t think I was worth it
From abused
To used
To Broken
To crushed
Now restored
To whole
To beautiful
To loved
To worthy
Thank you, my love
For teaching me how to trust and for showing me who I am. I could never thank you enough for choosing to fight for me every single day.
To my handsome husband, my knight in shining armor, my Prince Charming I am forever yours and you are forever mine
I love you, always 💜
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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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