a dandelion.
I stand alone awaiting—
a gust to set me free
a dandelion.
I stand alone awaiting—
a gust to set me free
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.
Each time the seasons change It rises above sea level Waiting to be released Waiting to flood and force A reboot Each time the seasons
After great pain, a formal feeling comes Nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs The stiff Heart questions will I ever be light again? Am I good
With a deep inhale of fresh paper, I exhale the last two weeks i scan the room, find the familiar signs, the wall of titles