I sit alone watching each sun ray cut through the window to get to my skin,
Waiting
Light at last
Darkness just a memory
Parts of me
Float back together
Letting go and accepting
Content
I lay my head against the kind pillow
Supported, I dream
Erasing all the hatred, guilt, sadness
Remembering that I am
I am
I am an artist
So it’s time to create!
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.
Last month N and I went to Reston Town Center to walk around. As soon as we got there, I was hungry so we went
I used spend all this time, Thinking, belittling my work Because I thought you, You didn’t approve, value, Like it Some many words, conversations Played
Dear Trent, Hi, it’s me. It’s been just over fifteen years since we last saw each other. Life sure has changed since the wee hours