One day at a time
One minute
One step at a time
I walk towards my destiny
I grant me permission to dream
I stomp on the possibility that
I won’t have it someday in my arms.
One foot in front of the other
I move forward with blinders on
So that I keep my focus on me
Instead of all of you who hold yours in your arms.
One walk
One class
One poem
One outfit at a time,
I walk into my destiny and more than that–I learn to trust it.
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.
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