Wispy strands of air whip my body, a gentle massage only a winter’s morn can provide; I tilt my chin up into the brilliant blue yellow above.
Lungs: balloon out and release you, it, then.
Simmering in my solitude, I glide towards the woods; branches graze my hair, dubbing me with courage.
Skin: crisp against the wind.
I. Am. On. My. Own.
No desire to bust into your room to vent, cry, dance, let go. I don’t need it no more.
I am me; the me who stands tall like that oak in front of me.
On my own.
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.
A Thousand Cuts by Parivash Fahim Goff Illustration by Monica Vesci Edited by Andrea Nevin & Sonia Chintha “Sonofa…” She stared at the blinking lights.
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
Today I cleaned the kitchen. I worked out. I graded a little and planned some. I watched tv. I walked the dogs. I fed them.