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.
Every time we went on the train in India, my mom went crazy for days preparing. She would pack anything and everything in sight, just
As a child, I rejoiced in making French braids and high buns out of its thick curls. I wrote my own stories within the impenetrable knots of marriage and motherhood, weaving through her silky strands that seemed to extend for miles. The comb that would agitate my own coiled hair would billow through hers, without the slightest effort.