In the depths of my mind,
There exists a realm.
Monsters stalk this land,
Rumormongers tell tales,
And Politicians wag their fingers.

Yet in this place there is a goodness,
Derived from incredible acceptance.
No one hangs their head in shame,
Everyone’s gender, race and religion are accepted.
I thrive here comfortable in my skin.

My feelings are appreciated,
My thoughts weighed in,
My idiosyncrasies are nothing but the norm,
My kinks are ignored and considered straights.
A fantasy land? Yes!

But still my getaway place.
Closing my eyes,
Directing my thoughts,
Will take me there.
Do you, by chance, sometimes dwell there?


Roy Richard
October 2023