Poetry

Attention

His voice was a commanding presence.
I couldn’t help but stop and listen.

When I was little, my grandfather had a voice like that. He taught me how to wiggle my ears and play cards. He told me to sign my name big and bold like John Hancock did in the Declaration Of Independence, and not be afraid of what other people might think about what I was signing. I might’ve been more accustomed to my abuser’s voice telling me all the things I couldn’t do, which led to me believing them over everything else. But I remember those moments.

© Sarah Doughty

Poetry

Fairy Tale Love

“You were meant to know the night.”

I am those moonlit pages you keep beside you at night. The ones you read over and over again like braille beneath a blanket of stars. I whisper your name in the darkness. And the taste of Jupiter explodes on your tongue when you whisper mine in return. As the paper transforms, I’m released at last. Shivers ripple through you at our first touch and the world goes still. While silence surrounds us in those long hours, it is only you and me and the sounds of us. By the time dawn breaks, and I am mere ink and pages once again, you’re reminded of one important thing: You were meant to know the night.

© Sarah Doughty

The line, “You were meant to know the night,” was inspired by the lovely @wilderpoetry.

Poetry

Strengths And Weaknesses

We always choose what makes us weak,
but sometimes they also
make us strong.

Loving you wasn’t something I planned. It wasn’t the greatest decision I ever made, because it was never a choice at all. I’m stronger than I would ever be without you. And if I lost you, it would feel like my soul was ripped in two.

© Sarah Doughty