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.
A Backyard Symphony by Diana Vaniotis Illustration by Tatyana Safronova Edited by Parivash Fahim Goff Metallic chimes write the melody As crashing waves pound the chorus.The
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
Arms out in a T-shape, I walk stable as hell across a tight rope; it’s new, it’s old, I should have mastered this prance, but
Without boundaries, it exists swirling existing in the air around you, never within light and kind warming you from the outside in. Wrapping its arms