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Here is a poem I wrote to express my thoughts and emotions as a parent of a trans kid. Everyone has a right to be who they want to be. Wish the world would become a more accepting place and let the kid be herself, and I hope I can empower her in a world and environment that sometimes can be toxic and hostile. I was taught that parents are meant to map the world, to draw its borders early, to say this is who you are and believe certainty is kindness. But my child taught me oth

Yes, I see you even when you turn away When words fall short, then slip away There’s something deep behind your eyes A quiet strength you haven’t realized Some mornings feel farther than before Like you’re standing just outside a door Your voice arrives, but not your ease Your thoughts drift off so carefully Some days feel heavier than they seem Like you’re holding a half-remembered dream But underneath the weight you’re moving through Your heart still knows what’s true Be ki

Expanded version of original Warmth I wrote on Feb 19, 2022 Cold, dark, and dreary is everything I have whether outside or within The only warmth I need is you The wind hums through hollow places and silence knows my name Yet even in the emptiness Your light remains the same I count the hours by the dark by what I cannot say The cold settles into my bones and slowly learns to stay and when the years grow heavy and all the fires fade to blue I’ll rest beneath the quiet sky Th

I walk alone not lonely, unbound, beneath a sky that belongs to me. In a world with its own weather, its own sky, its own direction. Each mind its own country borders unmarked, crossings imagined. In a universe with its own gravity of thought, where even the stars shimmer differently, and the constellations I see are unfamiliar to anyone else, known only to me. Under this sky there is only me, a private map of memory, where every joy has a past and every wound knows my name.

I crossed a thousand silent questions, knocked on doors that wouldn’t speak. Every promise pulled me forward, every answer felt incomplete. I asked the stars to show me meaning, asked the fire how to begin. I felt the shift beneath my breathing, and the road - it turned within. Not every answer needs a sound, some truths rise when I slow down. I don’t look far, I don’t look through, I let the moment pull me through. The destination’s not beyond - it’s been within me all along