Still breathing
I
am
no matter the weight of your words
like a virus flying through my veins
multiplying, infecting my beautifully calm, decisive platelets
I cough, over and over again
proof
I am
still
breathing.
that fact remains, a pulse
yet another piece
of evidence
that
I am still breathing!
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.
The Potomac sparkled, reflecting the early afternoon light. Crisp Autumn wind flipped my hair straight up, above my head. I silently walked the labyrinth at
In time you will see, all the tiny rocks that you collect in your pockets they won’t weigh you down, but instead will build you
In my arms you were, bundled like a burrito— And forevermore Your shield I would be.