My mind overwhelms me with questions
questions of worth
questions of dreams
questions of skill
I sit alone stewing in preparation
for it to come
for it to happen
for it to unfold
All of it sits at the crispy edge of my skinny fingers
I feel the touch
but can’t see where it will take me
I squint to help me see clearer
but there’s nothing there
Then, like lightning splitting a tree in half
the idea falls into my mind:
“close your eyes, idiot
feel it happening”
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.
“If you are in the green, that means you have more to give to this workout,” Jess said. I looked up at the giant screen.
I know you always feel like there is this half or my half that weighs you down, dragging you to almost nothingness. I know you