It’s barely there anymore
I hear
these words and
immediately am blaming
me, then I’m defensive
I’ve
been
through
so much
the list in my head
begins:
illness illness illness meds meds meds transition transition transition
like a long train that’s speeding by
and I am waiting for it so I can finally
crossover.
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.
I try to walk Straight across Each step I place gently forward Focused and pure Genuine simple It feels straight It feels right It feels
An epic journey ends today. Now, Je par, I go back Home sweet home– Filled to the brim I stand today: taller and stronger.
When it comes to you my friend, I have an unyielding fight in me, a forest fire—raging, no amount of rain can put out. I
Her nostrils close in on the buttercups in front of her, a mustard yellow immersed in a bright green, it’s all new to her nose