It’s discipline
I’m seeking now and forever
Stop talking just act!
It’s discipline
My arch nemesis I face
Only in winter.
Out of the icy cold
It arrives easy get up
Take action in light.
Day one, day two, yes
Work at it routine is in
the lack of routine.
It’s discipline
I envy with all my heart
Let go; don’t compare
Your way is working
Time, give it time relax and
See transformation!
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.
Illustration by Deema Alawa In the Crossing by Sara Lavan I felt weightless As the boat moved closer to the pier and The wind wrapped
I was eight years old when Esperanza fell off the swing. In the backyard, she stood on a flimsy piece of wood, rotted from many rains and held together by two strings, rocking her body back and forth. While she reveled in her weightlessness, I sensed impending catastrophe. From my spot safely in the grass, I pleaded with her to stop. Barely hearing my pleas, she rose higher, closer to the sun with each swing. I turned away from her. Bracing myself, I squeezed my eyes shut and covered my ears. She called out to me, determined to show me that if she swung high enough, she could see above the hedges separating our yard from the neighbors, above all the rooftops neatly lining around the cul-de-sac, to somewhere even more distant. Perhaps she even believed that she could reach back in time, back across the ocean, to her childhood in the Philippines. So she swung, higher and higher and higher.