In you I found the layer, the one and only
layer that’s still unseen by most of my family: the whole me, complete circle.
though found isn’t quite right…
You brought me back.
In a time when I was hiding
behind
work, and care taking, and doing, doing, doing—you made me
laugh
out loud
alone
with no one to share
and I didn’t care
this space you’ve imagined—here
in it…
I have come back to me.
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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