Poetry

Hope Appeared

“Hope appeared, right when I needed it.
It brought me light. The dawn.
And you.”

Beginnings and endings. I always thought, by closing one door, another would open. But it only seemed like all the doors were closing. And the room around me tightened as it grew darker. With no stars. No moon. Just a black, infinite nothing. And as the helplessness began to set in, I remembered that my mind was still very much intact. That I couldn’t be broken. I could find my way out.

So, even without the moon to give me hope, I knew she was still there, behind a curtain. Or cast within shadow. In that moment, a new door appeared, right when I needed it, and it brought me light. The dawn. And you.

It brought me to you.

© Sarah Doughty
2018

It brought me hope.

Poetry

Ascension To You

“I could never regret
the journey that brought me
to that very moment.
To you.”

I ascended the stairs, following the sounds of hope that glittered against my ears. I wondered what waited for me at the precipice. But, yet, somehow I knew, whatever it was, I knew I wouldn’t regret the journey that brought me to that very moment. Just steps away from my fate. My destiny. Just steps away from you. And when your love encircled me in your arms, I knew I was, at long last, home.

© Sarah Doughty
2018

I could never regret the journey
that brought me to you.

Poetry

Believe In Fate

“So, tell me, darling,
how can I not believe in fate,
if you’re with me?”

We were both shooting stars in the infinite night. By a series of chances, we found our way to one another. And we almost missed our chance. Sped on by and never the wiser for it. Where would we be now, I wonder? Would we have found love elsewhere? Happiness? Would you be happier if we didn’t collide in the night?

I’m not sure I want to know. But I’m glad you’re still with me.

© Sarah Doughty
2018

So, tell me, darling,
how can I not believe in fate,
if you’re with me?

Poetry

Light And Pure

“Why would a person
so light and pure
love something like me?”

You see, I never could reconcile how you could love me the way you do. It wasn’t just how I compared us — you were diamonds while I was nothing but dirt and rust. Why would a person so light, so pure, with such a beautiful spirit love something like me? After everything I’d been through? After the resulting person? But you did, and you do.

© Sarah Doughty
2018

And for that,
I will always be grateful.

Poetry

The Way You Do

“Loving you started like a fever.
It was an infection that filled me,
piece by piece.”

Loving you started like a fever. It was an infection that traveled across my body and filled me, piece by piece. But it wasn’t a kind of sickness that worried me. I didn’t know how, but I knew I’d be okay falling in love with you. And maybe, it was because I could see it in your eyes too. You loved me back. Just as intensely as I could fathom. I didn’t understand why at the time — because I was nothing but wastelands — a survivor. Yet you proved to me that I was no wasteland. I was something to be cherished.

© Sarah Doughty
2018

So thank you for loving me
the way you do.

Poetry

Hereditary

“It was when he walked up to me.
That was when I knew.
He was the one for me.”

Maybe it was chance. Or maybe it was hereditary. But there was something about the way he moved that caught my eye. How could such a creature be so breathtaking? No matter how much I fought it, my eyes kept driving towards him. It was as if he was a magnet. But that wasn’t what surprised me the most about that night. It was when he walked right up to me and took my breath away. That was when I knew. He was the one for me.

© Sarah Doughty
2018

I fell. Just like that.

Poetry

Selfless

“It was blinding,
your beauty. Your light.
And loving you was selfless.”

I swore to myself that I wouldn’t let myself fall in love again. Because loving someone only ever brought pain. But there you were. One day, you were there. And it was like I’d never seen beauty until that moment. It was blinding, your beauty. Your light. And I was the luckiest person in the world to finally know the true meaning of love. You see, it’s selfless. The ultimate gift, relinquishing your heart to another.

© Sarah Doughty
2018

Loving you was selfless
and it always will be.

Poetry

Drought

“I didn’t know which felt worse
— the drought —
or the nothingness
you left in your wake.”

There was a drought all around me — and within me. Not even a tear could be shed. That’s how it felt when you left me behind. There were no more nights of dancing in the summer rain. Not even a taste of you to quench my thirst. Just an enormous expanse of nothing. And I didn’t know which felt worse — the drought — or the nothingness you left in your wake.

© Sarah Doughty
2018

All I need is a little
escape from this pain.

Poetry

Lover’s Walk

“I want you to know that
I’m right there next to you.
Because lovers always
walk together.”

I can feel you. As if you’re right next to me. Even though you are miles away. And I suppose that’s what I’ll always feel. Because your whispers catch in the wind. And it’s like the creaks in the trees and the rustling of leaves is nothing more than you telling me about your day. It’s about your thoughts. What you’re feeling. And darling, I feel your pain and sadness right now. Just like it’s my own. I want you to know that no matter where you are — wherever your feet hit the ground, I’m right there next to you. Because lovers always walk together.

© Sarah Doughty
2018

So, tell me darling,
do you feel me too?

Poetry

My Fix

“And darling,
you’re like a drug,
and it’s been so long
since I’ve had my fix.”

Those nights,
underneath
the white satin,
still leave shivers
traveling down
my spine.
They leave me
craving.
Wanting
another taste.
And darling,
it’s like a drug
and it’s been
so long since
I’ve had my fix.
So please,
let’s forget
everything
else tonight
and get lost
underneath
those sheets.

© Sarah Doughty
2018

Won’t you join me?