“It felt like my soul was being ripped from my body.
It felt like losing you all over again.”

I watched the morning mist wrap around your silhouette like a warm embrace. And then you turned around and smiled at me. Time stood still as I remembered the sound of your voice against my ear, the smell of your skin, that look in your eyes when you spoke. Each memory washed over me in a rush and then I awoke, sweaty with my heart pounding in my chest. It felt like my soul was being ripped from my body. It felt like losing you all over again. And then, I crumpled as my breath hitched into sobs.

© Sarah Doughty



Oh, how sweet they are,
those scraps you leave in your wake,
as you drag me behind you.

Don’t be the one that follows blindly behind someone willing to use you to get ahead in life.

© Sarah Doughty

A spin on another poem of mine, called “Pennies.”



“For you, my love,
surviving hell was worth it.”

If I died when I was young, what would this world look like?

It’s not so much the legacy of my words. The baring of my soul. Or the what ifs of friends and family. If no one knew me, they wouldn’t know what they’d be missing.

But there is one very important thing that couldn’t exist had I not been here. My child. This living, breathing, growing organism that started as nothing more than a few cells. A random meeting of chance and pristine circumstances. I felt him growing. I heard his first cries. Saw this eyes, smelled his skin, and felt his little fingers wrapped around one of mine. I felt those bear hugs, heard those giggles and first words.

If I didn’t live — if nothing happened the way it did, that little miracle wouldn’t have seen the light of day.

So, yes. Surviving hell was worth it.

© Sarah Doughty



“I felt him all the way down on a cellular level.”

I felt him all the way down on a cellular level. The sparks between us were electric. Like our bodies were nothing more than a chemical reaction. Neurons fired and atoms collided together, letting me know just how right we were together.

It didn’t matter if the rest of the world would burn. Sense and logic were gone. Nothing mattered more than the two of us.

© Sarah Doughty