After the cold, it gets warm.
After the dark, comes light.
After the thunder, a bright clear day.
After the mistake, the learning.
After the fight, love and forgiveness.
After the climb, the desent.
After the jump, a landing.
It’s true, it’s true
After it all,
Comes more
More learning
More light
More dark
More rain
More sun
A cycle
The cycle
My cycle.
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.
What you don’t see is that one inch needle I inject into the skin of my belly every Saturday: the counting to three, the self-talks
she likes to dream big dreams she gets excited about it all greener grass, driving down curvy roads laying on the sand, watching the clouds
Hypocrite I called them hypocrites for calling themselves Christians and judging me for wearing earrings to church. They called her a hypocrite for dating the