Sitting down with my Chromebook
I have an idea that’s been swirling around my mind
I have to write about it to release the pressure building
Or I just might die
Like Don Quixote, my head is in the clouds
While I am chasing my windmills.
I can’t think of anything else,
It’s overtaken all my senses,
Sending chills down my pine
Just thinking about the idee fixe
It’s something I must do
Or I’ll never get it out of my system
If I don’t
It may just keep resurfacing
Until I decide to chase these recurring dreams
That is stuck in my head.
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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 Swanson4 days ago in Pride
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This felt very relatable! Loved your poem!
-Nice 💖👍📝😉