Poetry

At War

“If you’re at war, then I’m there
fighting by your side.”

If you’re at war
with yourself,
then I’m there.
Fighting by your side.
To change your mind.
I will be there to
change your mind
and remind you
every minute of every day
just how wonderful you are.

Because you are so much more than a parent, a spouse, and a friend. You are more than any label you’ve ever given yourself. You. You give people hope. We see the fire in your eyes. We see that spark when you fight back against everything that has ever hurt you. You are not at war with yourself.

© Sarah Doughty
2019

I will change your mind.

Poetry

Still Beating

“I still feel you in my heart.
And I know, my heart still beats for you.”

Maybe, when we are finally
beneath the same moon,
the cards will change
in our favor.
Maybe, when the timing
is right, we’ll find our way
back to one another.
And maybe. Just maybe,
when we move beyond
this life, we will still
find each other.
But most of all, for now,
I just wish your life
is filled with happiness
in my absence.
Because even on the
blackest of nights,
I still feel you in my heart.
And I know, my heart
still beats for you.

Maybe it’s the maybes
that are eating me alive.

© Sarah Doughty
2019

Perhaps one day,
this wall between us
will crumble beneath
its foundation.

Poetry

No Regrets

“You see, I knew it the moment
our eyes met that I loved you.”

I remember that night like it was yesterday. The night you mustered up the courage to hold my hand. And then when I walked you to your car, I didn’t hesitate to kiss you. One of the few times I was ever brazen enough to act upon my feelings. You see, I knew it the moment our eyes met that first time. The time you really looked into my eyes and wasn’t horrified at what you saw looking back at you. I knew in that moment that I loved you. And you never left me regretting it.

© Sarah Doughty
2019

So please,
don’t ever change.

Poetry

Aching Hearts

“And I fear this ache I feel for you
may become permanent.”

There it is again. The tell-tale heart beating within the walls of my chest. Calling your name so it echoes and reverberates through my body as more than just a pulse. But a reason to keep fighting. To push forward. To make the best of every day that is given to me. To be with you. And though I love you more than words can describe, I fear this ache I feel for you may become permanent.

© Sarah Doughty
2019

Can you hear my heart
pounding your name?

Poetry

Blooming Flower

“The first kiss is both magical
and exhilarating at the same time.”

Isn’t it amazing how love happens? It’s like a flower blooming for the first time. You never really notice it until the petals begin to open and the colors become more vibrant with each passing moment. And in the morning, that moment, when the sun glints off the dew clinging there, a rainbow of colors light up the world for the first time. That is when the first kiss happens. It is both magical and exhilarating at the same time.

© Sarah Doughty
2019

Isn’t it amazing
how love happens?

Poetry

Reasons

“So please, won’t you tell me
all the reasons you’re here to stay?”

On this forgotten page, I am left with only one question: Why did you pick me? I often wonder what drove you in my direction. I find myself second-guessing myself and my worth. If I’m even deserving of love.

© Sarah Doughty
2019

So please,
won’t you tell me
all the reasons
you’re here to stay?

Poetry

Hauntings

“And the demons I carry with me,
they hide within my eyes.”

There’s darkness running through these veins. The marrow in my bones echo the screaming coming from my heart. And the demons I carry with me, they walk within my shadow. They hide within my eyes. They speak to me in whispers and remind me of my place. And when my lips quiver and tears sting against my eyes, they roar in triumph. But I am more resilient than them. These broken pieces are jagged and can fight back with the same venom. No matter how beaten down I am, I have more fight within me. I always have more fight left.

© Sarah Doughty
2019

Until they’re all beaten
and silent forever,
I’ll never stop.

Poetry

Wild Hearts

“This wild heart can never be broken.
Because I’m never alone.”

Don’t you see? Wild hearts can never be broken. Because they’re free. They love with their souls, not just an organ than beats within their chests. Wild hearts can never be tamed. Because the fires refuse to be stifled. Their purpose burns through their eyes. But most importantly, wild hearts can never feel lonely. Because they are never alone.

© Sarah Doughty
2019

And mine.
It is always with you.

Poetry

Cursing Fate

“I can’t curse fate for finding you.
I’d rather know you than not at all.”

When it comes to you, I’m still not quite sure where I stand. I wonder about what we were and could have been. If it was destined to be brief and end in heartbreak, no matter the choices we made. I wonder if the life I have now would be another unanswered question if I made a different choice. But we can’t go back. And I can’t curse fate for finding you and bringing you in my life. Because I’d much rather know you as a friend than not at all.

© Sarah Doughty
2019

How could I curse fate,
for knowing you?

Poetry

Open And Vulnerable

“My love, won’t you show me
it’s okay to be vulnerable with you?”

Oh, but my love, I’m so tired. I’m so tired of professing my love in written words when I can barely speak them. I’m so tired of being trapped within my own fortified castle that I can’t show how much I’m falling apart. That I can’t reach out and find comfort in your arms. I’m so tired of fighting the ghosts that lurk in the shadows late at night. When I’m the only one awake to fight them. I’m so tired of being the one trying to hide my tears and flaws and all my scars. I’m so tired of fighting this war alone. So please, won’t you help me break down these walls and show me this isn’t something I need to do alone?

© Sarah Doughty
2019

Show me how to
knock down these walls.