Poetry

Phases And Fortunes

“I am capable. I am strong.
And I can outlast this darkness.”

This heart of mine is weak and weary. Carrying the weight of yesteryear. And I am trapped, unable to release the shackles pulling me down. My only beacon of hope is far off in the distance. Perhaps it’s only a mirage. But I cannot allow myself to admit defeat. I cannot let that weight placed upon me all those years ago to overpower me. For I am capable. I am strong. And I can outlast this phase of overwhelming darkness.

Because that’s all it is. Just a phase.

© Sarah Doughty

Regression to the mean is a common statistical and Buddhist phrase. When it comes to life, if the scales are tipped to the negatives, life will improve. Conversely, if there’s too much good fortune, it will worsen. But it will always come back to the center. Remember that during your worst days. They will get better.

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Poetry

Through The Dark

“I’ll keep trying to find my way through the dark.
Find my way back to you.”

Peace is something I’ve been searching for. Sometimes I find it, but it’s always fleeting. Perhaps it’s just me, but it feels as though I’m stuck on a turntable, unable to find my way back to where I need to be. Maybe one day, I’ll find that solace again. But until then, I’ll keep trying to find my way through the dark. Find my way back to you.

© Sarah Doughty

Because I know, sooner
or later, I’ll get through it.

Poetry

Caged And Free

“But my love, you aren’t trapped in a cage.
Don’t you see that glass ceiling is meant to be broken?”

But my love, you aren’t trapped in a cage. Don’t you see that glass ceiling is meant to be broken? That you’re meant to rise beyond them and fly free once again? That it’s just a façade trying to keep you caged? Dare to break free, all you have to do is spread your wings and fly.

So, won’t you come with me and soar across the sky?

© Sarah Doughty

Just take my hand.

Poetry

Can You See

“Can you see it too?
How much I love you and all you are.”

Can you see it too? The sparkling lights overhead. The colors flying around like bioluminescent fireflies. The music dancing through the air. The smile in your eyes. The awe in your smile. The unbridled joy in your cheeks as you blush. Can you see it too? How you move me. How you move everyone and everything around you. How you envision our future together. How much I love you and all you are. How your dreams are mine, no matter what they are. And my love, I’ll happily spend my life trying to make each one come true.

© Sarah Doughty

Because you’re worth it.
You are always worth it.

Earthen Witch, Flash and Micro Fiction, Poetry

Excerpt — Grief And Home


“Being held by him gave me a sense of peace.
His arms were home.”

Grief overwhelmed me and my arms moved inside his coat and wrapped around his waist. All I could do was hug him while I sobbed. After an instant of hesitation, he wrapped his arms around my shoulders. He smelled like wood smoke and it was home.

© Sarah Doughty

A little something from Just Breathe.

Poetry

Reveries

“And with these reveries, I have hope.
Because I have you.”

I was lost in my own daydreams, floating above the clouds, knowing I would eventually open my eyes and come crashing down to the ground. With no parachute to help slow my descent, I knew the fall would be my end. So I kept dreaming. I kept going. And with these reveries, I have hope. I have risen. And I am still flying. But the best part? It hasn’t been the dreaming itself. It’s been you. By my side. Chasing our dreams together.

© Sarah Doughty

Don’t stop chasing your dreams.

Poetry

Memories With Gravity

“All that remains of us is a relic.
A memory where gravity still exists.”

Don’t you see? We are nothing more than a blackened solar system. A set of dead stars. What was once a place full of warmth and light — with planets, moons, and gravity holding us together — all that remains is a relic. A memory. A place where the gravity still exists, but once the light fizzled out into nothing, it left no warmth. A deep, undying bitter cold. An infinite darkness. And no beauty to see except what twinkled off in the distance.

That was how I felt — how empty, how cold and dark with that gravity of us still spinning around in the pit of my stomach — that was how it felt when you left.

© Sarah Doughty

That was how it felt to be alone.

Poetry

Just As You Are

“There’s no reason you should hide who you are.
You are beautifully flawed.”

Oh, my love, don’t you see that there’s no reason you should hide who you are. The wild understands you for who you are. Just as you are. You are beautifully flawed. You are perfect. Just as you are.

© Sarah Doughty

Just as you are.

Updates

Just Released! All The Lonely People by Nicholas Gagnier


It is my pleasure to announce that
Nicholas Gagnier has released
All The Lonely People!

This collection of poetry
is a follow-up to Swear To Me.
And just like the Swear To Me,
I am humbled to have been a part
of a large collaborative effort
that was included in this book.

A heartfelt congratulations to my friend
for another amazing collection.
Here’s to many more to come!

Now available on Amazon.com
and Amazon.com.uk.

Poetry

This Is Me

“I made a home in this darkness.
But home is not a prison.
I am worthy. To be me.”

This life of mine has never been an easy one. That’s no secret. But I’m alive. And that counts for something, right? I may have made a home in this darkness. But home is not synonymous with prison. Home is not a place where I can’t be loved just as I am. Home is not a place where I cannot be happy in my own skin. Because these scars are proof of my resilience. To keep pushing forward. To keep fighting. And I no longer bear them with shame. That weight is no longer mine to bear. It was never supposed to be mine. Home is a place where I broke through every barrier that was erected against me. And you know what? I might be bruised, but I’m fucking brave. I’ve broken through barriers. I’ve overcome. I’ve risen. I’ve proven that I am worthy of love and happiness. I have proven that I am worthy. To be me. To become so much more. Just as I am. And I’m going to keep going without apologies.

I make no apologies for who I am. Because this is me. Scars and all.

© Sarah Doughty

This is me,
so take me as I am
or get out of my way.

This was inspired by the song
“This Is Me” by Keala Settle
from The Greatest Showman.
This is my anthem.