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.
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