I see it in the distance
hear its whispers, calling out my name
and I sit at the edge, feet dangling freely,
belly gurgling with questions of uncertainty:
should I continue?
is it good enough?
does it matter?
is it worthy?
Then it drifts into sight again
it’s in front of me now
so I pick up my pen once again
and continue–not because the questions have subsided,
but because I have to
I have to
I have to tell my story.
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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