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.
Illustration by Jill Kimura The Back Alley of The Subconscious by Celeste Bloom when you’re homesick, you can close your eyes and hear the whispers
all the pieces they add up—to desires, deep yearnings of belongings that are not mine to have they hover, slap me with icy fingers, each
Soft orange. Deep, silky flavors graze my tongue and fill it with sweet, roasted squash soup. Few soups have the depth of flavor. Few soups