I keep waiting, finger hovering over the delete button,
Inside I know it’s time, cut the ties, leave the memories,
But my anger fills my eyes, runs down my cheeks and I wade through the thick swamp of who am I and will you see me?
Will I see me?
So I leave my finger shaking just over that delete button,
Not taking action, even though my mind clearly states: delete, just delete.
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.
Late into the night Early in the morning Noon when the sun is high high above my head I think about it! With soft tender
Two years ago we commenced–one vignette a day And now…everything has changed, life happened still every now and then, we have chats like that night.
Remember to write, you are a writer no matter what they say, Remember to create, you are a an artist ignore, avoid, cleanse yourself of