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I'm here waiting
For the good timing
for it to stop loading loading
Everybody is breathing
Heart is beating
Life is changing
I'm learning
Life is lying
atleast I am trying
Maybe you are reading
Heart is paining
It's now evening
sun is setting
clouds are emerging
Rain is drizzling
my feeling is changing
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Life itself is a meaning
That which I am searching
Now I start daydreaming
My thoughts are floating
My anger is erupting
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Unleashing to start achieving
Questioning, questioning, the essence of being,
Growing with decision making
Life is really boring
Yet interesting
Striving for stories worth writing.
Voicing and voting
Gives choices some meaning
Live a life reasoning
Start embracing
My dear Darling
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About the Creator
Karun
🌿✨ Karun, a poet weaving emotions into verses, embarked on the journey of words to unearth the beauty of feelings. In the delicate dance of ink and emotion, my poetry delves into the nexus of the human heart and the natural world.✍️
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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 Swanson2 days ago in Pride
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