I sit alone watching each sun ray cut through the window to get to my skin,
Waiting
Light at last
Darkness just a memory
Parts of me
Float back together
Letting go and accepting
Content
I lay my head against the kind pillow
Supported, I dream
Erasing all the hatred, guilt, sadness
Remembering that I am
I am
I am an artist
So it’s time to create!
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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