Still breathing
I
am
no matter the weight of your words
like a virus flying through my veins
multiplying, infecting my beautifully calm, decisive platelets
I cough, over and over again
proof
I am
still
breathing.
that fact remains, a pulse
yet another piece
of evidence
that
I am still breathing!
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.
My dear Summer wind, Thy cool breath on me Blow! Oh so soothing, I thank thee lovely wind, my dear. Swim through me cool me
Each sunny day, I jog downstairs with my lunch bag and sit at the same park bench in the courtyard. The one drenched in sunlight;
It’s an 80 degree May day, I am sitting in front of twelve students, my advisees. Six eighth grade girls; six eighth grade boys. My