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 should’ve spoken, it was the time to do it, but in the moment, I couldn’t, didn’t feel I had the right to Who am
the bouquet of tiny, firm tendrils massage my jaw melting the makeup down the drain I stand holding my breath feeling the gentle pressure on
How to play the game: Stay calm, be persistent, but also find a way in, a crack, a sliver, a baby inconsistency and start there