Poetry

Body Love

“After everything you’ve been through,
you’re still the one thing I can count on.”

Every time I fell apart, you put me back together again. After everything you’ve been through, you’re still the one thing I can count on. You deserve to be loved and cared for, no matter what the world — and my brain — tells me.

— My relationship with my body.

© Sarah Doughty

Don’t listen to those negative,
intrusive thoughts.
They are hopeless.

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Poetry

Flickers

“And I remember.
I remember the intimacy between us.”

Flickers of memories flash before me as the projector points to the smoke-stained wall. I see the spots where our candles used to burn long into the night. And I remember. I remember the laughs we shared together. The intimacy between us. That electricity. I remember us and all we were. I can’t help but smile at the memories, even though my heart is empty and longing with you gone.

© Sarah Doughty

At least your memory lives on.

Poetry

Your Arms Are Home

“I melted into your touch,
like your arms were home.”

I melted into your touch, like your arms were home. I wasn’t sure how you felt in that moment we collided in the night, but I knew where I was meant to be — with you. I knew, together, we would share something few experience in this life. I could only hope you felt the same.

© Sarah Doughty
2017

So please, tell me that you do.

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

It would be worth it.
It has to be.

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.

© Sarah Doughty

I learned how to breathe you.

Poetry

Peaceful Surrender

“Peaceful. This is how I feel when I’m in your arms.
This is how I wish it felt all the time.”

It was a fleeting thing, the cool blue of the full harvest moon, shining down across your face. It only seemed to amplify your beauty. The shadows were darker, yet defined. And the way the light seemed to shimmer around your cheeks. Or how your eyes lit up when you smiled. It was almost enchanting. I never wanted those moments to end. Because it was perfect. Quiet. And peaceful. This is how I feel when I’m in your arms at night. This is how I wish it felt all the time. But I’ll take what I can get. Any day. Any time.

© Sarah Doughty

Because it’s worth it.
Simple as that.

Poetry

Flying High

“When you look at me,
I’m not just weak in the knees.
I feel like I’m flying.”

When you look at me, I’m not just weak in the knees. I feel like I’m flying while at the same time, stuck in a free fall off your making. And the longer your gaze meets mine, the ground seems to disappear beneath me. It’s a foreign feeling, flying when our eyes meet, and yet, simultaneously, something I crave to experience again and again. The best part is knowing that look is reserved for me and me alone. It gives me comfort in times of sudden exhilaration that become peppered with frantic thoughts of bitter ends. At least then, I know those little tarnishes are merely temporary.

© Sarah Doughty

They are always temporary.
The true depth is always there, and it will outlast everything else.

Poetry

Freedom To Love

“Love was never
supposed to be defined.
Love is meant to be free.”

Love was never supposed to be defined by color, religion, or gender. It shouldn’t matter what they look like on the outside. Love speaks from the heart and the mind. Not someone’s genitals.

© Sarah Doughty 2017

Let me note that
this does not mean
I’m advocating for
any illegal activity.
Two consenting adults
should be all that matters.
Not the color of their skin,
their religion, or their genitals.

Earthen Witch, Poetry

Shutting You Out

“Shutting you out was my worst mistake.
Like I left you before I let you go.”

And I felt it. The end. It wasn’t just one thing, though. It slowly drifted away from my outstretched fingers. Carried by some unseen current. Though I tried to hold on. To you. To us. It wasn’t enough. That was when I began to drown in the broken pieces of my heart. You see, I never wanted things to turn out this way. With so many tears and a future we dreamed, torn away in a matter of minutes. I couldn’t bear to look at the expression you tried to hide. The one that told me how lost you felt. And there I was, trying to keep myself from facing a reality I didn’t want to recognize. By shutting you out, it was like I left you before I let you go. It was the biggest mistake I ever made, not being there for you as you were for me. I couldn’t ask your forgiveness. Not after this. I didn’t know if I could ever forgive myself.

© Sarah Doughty

Sometimes I manage to break my own heart when I write the adventures of my charactersmy characters. And still, this moment is by far one of the biggest heartbreaking things they’ve ever had to endure. Even today, it feels like a fresh wound, open and deep, spilling over. If only I could stop all the obstacles that stand in their way. If only I could take those burdens from them. But this is their story. I must tell it as honestly as I can. Good parts and bad.

Poetry

Bask In The Light

“No matter how broken you think you are,
bask in the light you find.”

Life is made up of moments. Good or bad, they are meant to be felt. They are meant to be lived. For the longest time, I was certain the bad outweighed all the good. Like a stain on a pristine cloth. But I’ve realized the good might not have come from all the wrong. All the hurt. All the darkness and shadows that haunt us from our pasts only make the light more vivid. More contrasting. It makes the good parts stand out that much more. So no matter how broken you think you are, bask in the light you find.

© Sarah Doughty
2017

Find the light
and don’t ever let it go.