Poetry

Feeling You

“It’s okay. It’s okay to feel.
And you don’t ever have to hide.
Because I feel you too.”

In the echoing of the night, I feel you the most. I can feel those salty tears falling from your cheeks. I hear the hitch in your breath as you try not to sob. And I can feel you on those nights you are filled with elation. Love. And everything in between. I feel you. In the echoing of the night, I feel the words in your heart. I want you to know that it’s okay. It’s okay to not be okay. It’s okay to feel sad. To feel happy. To be. You don’t ever have to hide. You don’t have to be anything you’re not. Because I feel you too.

© Sarah Doughty

I feel you. And it’s okay.

This was written for day twelve
of November NotesNovember Notes.
Empathy by Audiomachine

Poetry

The Compass

“Don’t you know? I’ve always needed you.
That is how I knew my home
was never a place. It was a person.”

You are my compass. My home. My everything. I just didn’t know how much I needed you until you were right there in front of me. I’ve always needed you. And even in those first moments I saw you, I knew you were going to steal my heart. Somehow, out of billions of other souls on this earth, I would know yours apart from all the rest. That is how I knew my home was never a place. It was a person.

© Sarah Doughty
2018

You are my home.

Poetry

Open Eyes

“Because through you, I learned what it means
to love myself, and how I’m worth living.”

My eyes are open now. And I see the world in Technicolor. It’s not the same monochromatic, muted tones that overshadowed my existence for as long as I can remember. It’s like a veil was lifted. You. You taught me what it means to love and be loved, not used and abused. You taught me the difference between a loving hand and a fist of hate. You gave me the courage to face my demons. And though they are immortal, I have the strength to keep fighting. Because through you, I learned what it means to love myself, and how I’m worth it. I’m worth living. I’m worth being loved. I am. And I always will be.

© Sarah Doughty
2018

I’m worth it.
And so are you.

Poetry

As I Am

“You loved me despite this darkness.
You loved me as I am.”

In this heart of mine, there are shadows that swallow the light. There are memories shrouded in scars and emotions drowning in blood. But you loved me despite these things. Or maybe, you loved me because of them. Just as I am, you loved me. Either way, I’m glad I’m not the only one traversing the dark. I’m glad I’m not the only one with a heart full of love.

© Sarah Doughty

That far outweighs anything else I’ve ever experienced.

This was written for day eleven
of November Notes.
Heart Of The Darkness by Tommee Proffitt

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
2018

Thank you for showing me
the strength I didn’t know
I possessed.

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
2018

My world only exists
with you in it.

Poetry

Beyond Words

“And I am damned lucky to have you
and call you mine.”

This isn’t another love letter. You are far more than a soul that is loved. You are everything I dreamed of as a child, wishing for her happy ever after. And even during the toughest of times, you’ve been there. Unwavering in your support. How could words ever encompass all that is you? But, the more I think about it, the more I don’t want to capture you in words. Because you are not bound by any terms or descriptions. You are more. Everything. And I am damned lucky to have you and call you mine.

© Sarah Doughty

You transcend words.
You are pure beauty.

This was written for day eight
of November Notes.
Quiet by This Will Destroy You

Poetry

Worth The Effort

“Don’t you see?
You are unstoppable.
You are worth the effort of living.”

Don’t you see? You are unstoppable. Even when you get knocked down, you get back up and keep going. That is a warrior spirit burning in your veins. That is the adrenaline that pushes you on. But as long as you need it, I’ll gladly give you a push. Or extend a hand. Whatever you need, I will give you. Because, sometimes, we all need a little something to remind us that we are needed. That we aren’t too much to handle. That we are worth the effort of living.

© Sarah Doughty

And you are worth the effort.?

This was written for day nine
of November Notes.
Wildfire (alternate version) by SYML

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
2018

This love is the most
powerful thing
I’ve ever experienced.

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
2018

You are never alone.
You can survive this too.