A Good Little Girls Zine

Just Dive

Just dive
fearless
into
an ocean
of uncertainties.

Knowing one truth–

                    in the end it’ll be okay
                    and if it’s not?
                    it’s not the end yet.
Just
d
   i
      v
         e
fearfully fast
toward
that indigo–
bright, kind
Hopeful
for reality
to blissfully encircle.
                                       Embrace the gift of unknown
                                             be comforted by questions.
                                       Knowing one truth:
                                  Questions are sparks of paths!
                                  Take them happily, feel it all!
                                  Drown in the truth!
It’s the ultimate gift.
Knowingly dive,
unknowingly dive.
every path is yours,
every stumble, a present
every knee scrape;
float in it and let it go,
free it’s power
release it all.
                                     Give yourself completely to this world.
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Sonia Chintha

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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