Deep crimson stretches wide
Brewing a warrior,
each
mark
Each
stride,
builds on the last
And its joy rattles the whole army,
Rippling out so far, you can feel it out past the atmosphere:
That, my girl, that is the power of your mind, your body.
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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