On one hand it’s all
I want and can’t, maybe won’t have.
On the other hand, it’s mine to love.
The two opposites splash me every day,
Training me to focus on the haves,
Instead of the have-nots.
On one hand it’s all
I want and can’t, maybe won’t have.
On the other hand, it’s mine to love.
The two opposites splash me every day,
Training me to focus on the haves,
Instead of the have-nots.
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.
It fell in large, fluffy clusters and small, shiny dots at a rate that was steady steady and metered. Light and flaky it settled spread–
525,948 minutes Beating, pulsing through my veins That first second like the first drop of a rollercoaster Shooting by Day By Day day one opens:
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
Being an activist means strategy is your friend, don’t mistake every opportunity to fight as the right fight, though every opportunity will make your blood