It’s barely there anymore
I hear
these words and
immediately am blaming
me, then I’m defensive
I’ve
been
through
so much
the list in my head
begins:
illness illness illness meds meds meds transition transition transition
like a long train that’s speeding by
and I am waiting for it so I can finally
crossover.
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.
Expressing myself came very naturally, at a very young. In my eyes, everything I wrote was clear and glorious. Until I got to the Eight
Endless beaches—coast to coast Rows and rows of palm trees Spread Across the sandy shores unyielding — a kind, sweet night A spa, a pool,
As my year off, sabbatical, leave of absence, whatever you want to call it comes to an end, it’s hard not to look back and
Late into the night Early in the morning Noon when the sun is high high above my head I think about it! With soft tender