What I’ve learned is alarming my insides and yet when you notice it in me, I flutter with pride.
Could I do it, genuinely?
Yes, I am good at it.
Yes I deserve it and man the reward seems high
But the cost
still feels higher
What I’ve learned is alarming: the platter before me, it sits, within arms reach,
untouched
catching my eye with every sun ray.
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.
Tiny red bulbs Burst like bubbles inside my mouth Sweet and juicy A gift Tiny cranberry beads Trickle into the bowl Spilling, filling Sweet and
Illustration by Jill Kimura The Back Alley of The Subconscious by Celeste Bloom when you’re homesick, you can close your eyes and hear the whispers
After great pain, a formal feeling comes Nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs The stiff Heart questions will I ever be light again? Am I good