Poetry

Wishes And Dreams

“I don’t know why, but when I met you,
I knew my dreams would come true.”

I don’t know why, but when I met you, I knew my dreams would come true. Because you were only the beginning. Those dreams were everything I hoped my life would become. It took a long time to find you, and living taught me how important it is to dream. To hope. And in those dreams, I was taught how complicated, beautiful, and important it is to keep dreaming, to keep pushing higher. So thank you for being the catalyst that sparked the fire that fuels my soul.

© Sarah Doughty

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Poetry

A Choice

“I will always choose you.
Because any world with you in it
is better than nothing at all.”

Have I ever told you that death visits me from time to time? It’s like he’s reminding me he’s there. Beckoning me. It’s like waking up from an endless dream, and a fog is being lifted from my bleary eyes. And for a split second, I don’t know if I want to go back to sleep into the dream I know — the place where I love you — or force my eyes to focus and risk losing myself into the unknown. A place I believe is dark. Void of all light, all sound. An infinite nothing. But then I remember why my life is worth living. I always choose to go back to you, because any world with you is better than nothing at all.

© Sarah Doughty

Poetry

Belief System

“Maybe it was wrong of me to believe a lot of things.
But loving you was never one of them.”

I confess. Maybe it was wrong of me to believe in magic, even beyond my limited childhood wonder. To see the stars and the moon in the night sky and once again be reminded that I was built from the same particles. To see lightning strike out in the distance and still feel its electricity and know that a similar static fires off in my brain, reminding me to keep breathing. Keep living. Maybe it was wrong of me to believe a lot of things. I needed to believe in the possibility of more than just magic so that I could muster the strength to survive. Because stars would never stop shining as long as they still had fuel to burn. But, if you take nothing else from here, know that I never doubted my love for you.

© Sarah Doughty

Poetry

Aches Of Life

“I feel your ache beating in my chest like it’s my own.
And darling, you are never alone.”

I feel your ache beating in my chest like it’s my own. No matter how your story may differ from mine, the pain is there, all the same. We are bound in that pain. As sisters. As former lovers. As daughters. We ache because we know what it means to live. We live, because we know what it takes to survive in a cold world like this one. And darling, you are never alone.

© Sarah Doughty

Poetry

Finding Home

“I spent so much time trying to find my place
and I forgot to look at what was right in front of me.
You.”

I spent so much time trying to find my place in the wild that I forgot to look at what was right in front of me. Something special beyond anything I could ever imagine. You. Though life is never within our control, sometimes all we need to do is open our eyes to see the whole picture. And with you, I know where I belong. I’ve found my home.

© Sarah Doughty

Poetry

Realism

You are so much more than a dream.
And the thought of you keeps me warm.

Reality is an abstract concept.
An imagination can feel just as potent.
So explore the worlds books can offer.
Better yet, create some of your own.
Get lost in art and poetry,
and appreciate every stroke, every line.
Believe in the impossible. Believe in your dreams.
Because to me, you are so much more than a dream.
And the thought of you keeps me warm.

Whatever feels real to you, use it. We can all use an escape every now and again.

© Sarah Doughty

This is a revised version of a piece by the same title. Read it here.

Poetry

Bitter Pill #2

“But it’s time I pick up these pieces and move on.
Back to the person I was. Only wiser.”

I’ve lost another, a bitter reality that I’m just now beginning to accept. I’m not sure if there was anything that was real between us. I’m not sure if I really want to know the truth, to be honest. Of course, I’ll still be here if you ever need me, because that’s the kind of person I am. To a fault. But it’s time I pick up these pieces and move on. Start over. Back to the person I was before we first met. Only wiser.

© Sarah Doughty

Inspired by the song Medicine by Daughter. In case you missed it, see part one here.

Poetry

Bitter Pill #1

“You see, you were my everything.
But I honestly don’t know what I was to you.”

Here I am again, picking up the pieces of my broken heart. Another harsh lesson I’m forced to swallow. You see, you were my everything. But I honestly don’t know what I was to you. A means to an end? A nobody that could take you somewhere? I’ve put together the pieces of this fragmented puzzle, and nothing fits together like it should. And that hurts more than I care to admit.

© Sarah Doughty

Inspired by the song Medicine by Daughter. Read part two here.

Poetry

Breathing Water

“When I was drowning,
I learned how to breathe water.
I learned how to breathe you.”

Life has never been easy.
But that’s part of the point.
There are so many things
worth living for, yet
there are also things
that can strip the air
right out of your lungs.
Blindside you out of nowhere.
And when I was drowning,
I learned how to breathe water.

I learned how to breathe you.

© Sarah Doughty

Poetry

Loving Anyway

“But let me tell you this:
loving you wasn’t a choice.
It was inevitable.
And I loved you anyway.”

It didn’t matter to me
what anyone else thought.
It didn’t matter if you
were wrong for me.
I tried to listen
to those whispers,
knowing our odds.
But let me tell you this:
loving you wasn’t a choice.
It was inevitable.
And I loved you anyway.
We might end in heartbreak,
but I just can’t bring myself to care.

© Sarah Doughty