fingers trembling
I write
batting away each
what if!
it’s there.
it’s good.
It’s worth it.
more than that
it’s yours.
I tell myself.
yet I tremble–
beneath the surface
it grows strong
stronger than ever before
I can feel the structure
protective and inspiring
fighting for me.
fingers trembling
I write
protected by my insides
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 walk through the drizzling leaves and make a wish on each leaf as if it were a shooting star. The wind sweeps through us
I wear my fingers out into the coldBare, pleading winter air to cool the stabs of heatTo calm the thin acid between my finger bones
She peck, peck, pecks rhythmically drumming a beat that fills our upstairs. It’s sharp and sudden, making me panic. I listen closely, following it to