The familiar surface sinks heavy in my lungs
a vapor of old grimy thoughts, infects my body, convincing me that
I am
not enough,
can’t do this,
will always,
can’t break the cycle
Even though
each day I prove it wrong.
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.
When I was about six or seven years old, I had my first sip of coffee in my father’s hometown: Narasapur, India. It was summer
Blue like the ocean big, bright, kind Blue like the sky above, vast, wide, love Blue where I found you now, here, there, more Light