Poetry

What I Loved

“I still feel light, even in the darkest of nights.
That’s how I know I still love myself.”

You see, you made me see so much more than I ever thought I would. You showed me what love could feel like. You showed me what it meant to be loved. You showed me that the world has so much more light than darkness. But just as soon as you appeared, you were gone.

And I’m left wondering what is left. What I loved. Was it you? Or did I fall for myself too? I didn’t know if I had anything left to give. Anything left to hold on to. What I’ve lost, I thought it was more than I could bear. But, I knew I would learn to carry that weight. Just as I’ve always done. Because I still feel the light, even in the darkest of nights. That’s how I know I still love who I am. And that’s all that matters.

© Sarah Doughty

This is how to love yourself.
You are more than the love
someone else can give you.

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Poetry

What I’ve Lost

“The day you left, the sun refused to rise,
and I think that was when I lost myself, too.”

I’ll admit. I missed you more than I thought I would. You came out of nowhere and caught me off guard. And before I realized what was happening, my heart already belonged to you. The day you left was the day the sun refused to rise, and I think when I felt that emptiness in my chest — that feeling that I’d had my heart ripped from me — I think that was when I lost myself, too. But, I will relearn who and what I am. Because I know my worth. And even though you aren’t here with me, I have you to thank for that.

© Sarah Doughty

I know I’m more
than what I was with you.

Updates

Indie Blu(e) — Georgia Park

Georgia Park is one of those writers that sneaks up on you and catches you like a bandit in the night:

Maybe, this time, it’s not my mental illness
but i don’t know if i’m ready to admit
that as a person, I just can’t handle this . . . .
[Maybe This Time]

I have had the pleasure of knowing Georgia since I joined The Sudden Denouement Literary Collective. I’m also honored to be a part of Whisper And The Roar, a collective she founded. Basically, she’s a powerhouse, multi-talented, and I’m lucky to know her.

Her biography, and a listing of her published books, can be found at Indie Blu(e). So be sure to check it out.

~ Sarah Doughty

Poetry

The Matter Of Love

“I love love.
And I love being in love.
With you.”

If clichés are wrong,
but ring true to us,
how is it a cliché?
I love the moon.
I love love.
I love being in love.
With you.
As a mother.
I love my animals
and wish I could
rescue all of the ones
still in horrible situations.
These things matter to me.
And if that’s cliché,
then I’m a cliché.
And I’m proud of it.

© Sarah Doughty

But tell me this,
why do we need labels anyway?

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Indie Blu(e) — Candice Louisa Daquin

Candice Louisa Daquin has captivated me since I stumbled upon her writing a few years ago. It’s easy to see how her words can resonate with so many:

the picture we held once
in our tight skin
becomes the us of now
solidified in our skin
like a tree feels its way deep
into soil . . . .
[The Rule Curve]

I’m always left breathless when I read her words.

Her biography, and a listing of her published books, can be found at Indie Blu(e). So be sure to check it out.

~ Sarah Doughty

Poetry

Left In The Dark

“So, I guess what I’m trying to say
is that my world revolved around you.
And you left me in the dark.”

You were my moon. The light in my darkness. The thing that made my nights more bearable. But then you left, as if you were never there at all. Now, I’m left with an oblivion of perpetual night. And when the sun does finally rise in the morning, I won’t feel the warmth or register its luminance. Because all that time I spent in the night left me blind and unable to feel anything but you. So, I guess what I’m trying to say is that my world revolved around you. And you left me in the dark. To say that I miss you and your light is an understatement.

© Sarah Doughty

You were my moon,
but then you stopped shining.

Updates

Indie Blu(e) — Nicholas Gagnier

Nicholas Gagnier has been writing for a long time. He’s one of those types of writers that can knock you off your feet and make you want to keep on reading:

There’s lyric in the lament,
sorrows that’ve had a decade and
then some to ferment. . . .
[No Idol]

I was lucky enough to meet Nicholas through the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective and Blood Into Ink. While he was writing Swear To Me, he asked to include a collaborative piece, written by members of Blood Into Ink, in his anthology, I was honored to be included among them. I’ll be sharing my review of this book soon.

 

Be sure to check out Nicholas on Indie Blu(e), and have a look at his other books.

~ Sarah Doughty

Poetry

Existence

“But I knew,
I would never be good enough
to deserve your love.”

You existed only
in my broken dreams.
The realm where
all my aspirations
went to die.
You were the one.
You always were.
I loved you with
everything I was,
and all that I am.
But I knew,
I would never
be good enough
to deserve your love.

© Sarah Doughty

I would ruin you.
And I couldn’t carry that weight
on my shoulders.

Poetry

Behind The Mask

“I wanted to know the real you.
The one behind the mask.
And I couldn’t help myself.”

You were a mystery to me. A puzzle I couldn’t help but want to solve. And it called to me. Beckoned like a lost lover. I needed to know more. I needed to know the darkness that hid behind your eyes. The strength you carried in your shoulders, as if you knew how to carry the weight of the world with ease. I wanted to know the real you. The one behind the mask. The one that wanted to keep secrets. And I couldn’t help myself. Through the smoke and mirrors, I needed to know you.

© Sarah Doughty

Why is it that the riddles
are what pulls me in the most?

Poetry

Our Chances

“I knew our chances.
And yet I still wanted you.
I still needed you.”

I knew our chances. I knew the stakes. How the odds were always working against us. How distance was more than just a physical obstacle. I knew that loving you would lead to a broken heart. But my walls crumbled down and I fell for you anyway. And I knew. I knew that you and I becoming us was nothing more than a dream — a want. A desire. I knew. And yet I still wanted you. I still needed you. To me, nothing else mattered.

© Sarah Doughty

I played the lottery
and I won the jackpot.