I try to walk
Straight across
Each step I place
gently forward
Focused and pure
Genuine simple
It feels
straight
It feels
right
It feels
Until I turn
make my way back
And see for the first time
My footprints–clear for miles and miles
Never straight
always curving
It’s there
Right there
For all to read:
There is no straight line
From one point to another.
Only curvy,
only bendy
Sonia Chintha is an Indian American writer who lives in the Washington DC area. She blogs, writes poetry, and fiction. She is also an English teacher who believes that our experiences teach us more than any test. She is the founder and co-editor of Good Little Girls.
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In my arms you were, bundled like a burrito— And forevermore Your shield I would be.