Free
of your blame
I stand—
on my two feet.
Free
of the cloudy past
like an oak in a storm
I am firmly grounded.
Free
of your expectations
Free
of my expectations
I sail on—
through deep waters
It’s a first
I agree
It’s right
It’s me
Me; now
Free of you
Free of me
I can begin—
anew.
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.
It was almost Halloween and the whole school was glowing, lit with the bright orange light. you blasted through my door like dynamite through a
On my way to work, over tired, annoyed that it had snowed over night, I turned on the radio for refugee. Instead of music, a
There was a time when I only ate rice, curry, chapatis, mangoes, pickle, dosas, dosas, and daal. I ate it for breakfast. I ate it
I sit on the empty banks of the my island, edge of the cliffs, waves slamming into rock borders I’ve carved with my own blood