Free
of your blame
I stand—
on my two feet.
Free
of the cloudy past
like an oak in a storm
I am firmly grounded.
Free
of your expectations
Free
of my expectations
I sail on—
through deep waters
It’s a first
I agree
It’s right
It’s me
Me; now
Free of you
Free of me
I can begin—
anew.
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.
I dig and dig and dig sweat dribbles down my forehead, shoulders heavy, mind focused I dig and dig and dig arms ache for me
I used to believe that luxury meant jaunting off to the Mediterranean for a month or sailing around the world for a year–something dramatic and
When I think of Indian Aunties, I think slightly overweight, always dressed in saris or floor length night gowns from the eighties, and most importantly
Strolling through old stomping grounds, I hold hands with the twenty-nine year old me, now thirty-nine. She had just said yes to marriage; she had