Poetry

Magical Being

“Do you believe in magic?
I learned long ago
that it flows through my veins.”

Do you believe in magic? I learned long ago that it flows through my veins. There must be some, right? Surviving hell takes a lot of luck and determination. Creating life is a miracle. Just like destroying it is a tragedy. Like the stars and the universe, burning bright and infinite, always reshaping into something new. If that’s not magic, I don’t know what is.

© Sarah Doughty

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Poetry

Warmth

“Her heart is not cold for not letting you in.”

After so long, she’s spent countless hours building those walls to protect herself. And could you blame her? After an earthquake, or a fire, or any other disaster, the task is always to rebuild. Stronger, lasting, and protected from the next. Don’t mistake her inability to knock those walls down with the inability to love. It’s much easier to build a door than it is to tear an entire building down.

© R.C. Gonzales &
Sarah Doughty

An impromptu collaboration with the lovely Rosie of @areadingwriter. The words in the quote © R.C. Gonzales, the rest are mine.

Poetry

Freedom To Love

“Love was never
supposed to be defined.
Love is meant to be free.”

Love was never supposed to be defined by color, religion, or gender. It shouldn’t matter what they look like on the outside. Love speaks from the heart and the mind. Not someone’s genitals.

© Sarah Doughty

Let me note that this does not mean I’m advocating for any illegal activity. Two consenting adults should be all that matters. Not the color of their skin, their religion, or their genitals.

Poetry

Awestruck

“Oh, but darling,
you are the one that
leaves me in awe.”

Over the years, I’ve watched you grow into this unique person. Someone wise beyond their years. Someone with depth, emotion, and empathy. Ever since I felt you growing within me, I knew you would make a remarkable creature. Something even the gods would admire. Because you are everything that is good and pure in this world and I want to keep you that way for as long as I possibly can. And in those moments with the harsh world tries to pull you down, remember that you are the one that leaves me in awe.

Happy birthday to my little one. Seven years has gone by and every day, he’s shown me just how important I am in his world. I’m the lucky one. I’m the one in awe. And when I see him embracing his creativeness, it fills me with so much happiness I feel like I could burst.

© Sarah Doughty

Poetry

Wishful Thinking

“I know what my heart needs — you.
But I don’t know if I can hold on.”

I don’t know if I can hold on — or if you’re meant to be held at all. Maybe you’ll stay on your own. That’s my wishful thinking.

© Sarah Doughty

This is a follow up to yesterday’s post. I hope you like the optimism in this one.

Poetry

Selfish Thinking

“Wanting you is selfish thinking
and I was taught that nothing
good or happy could ever be mine.”

It is through shivering lips and unspoken promises that I reach out to you. It isn’t just for the warmth. It isn’t just for the safety. But out of hope that your vows wouldn’t crumble under the pressure. Do we hold on? Like two souls drifting in the ocean, treading water in hopes that we can find rescue before we slip beneath the surface. Or do we part ways forever? I know what my heart needs — you. But that is selfish thinking and I was taught that nothing good or happy could ever be mine. If I let you go, then, I wouldn’t make life so difficult for you. I wouldn’t be your burden to bear.

© Sarah Doughty

Poetry

Fireflies At Night

“And darling, I do.
Flaws and all.
I shine like the moon.”

The stars flickered and danced above my head. Like fireflies just beyond my little, outstretched fingers. They dotted across the expanse and my eyes filled with dreams of a better life. Even as the moon took center stage, it never felt complete, looking up at infinity, without seeing the stars there, too. Without them, it felt like an incomplete canvas. It felt like pieces of me were gone. But somehow, I knew, they were still up there, hiding. Reminding me that it’s okay to feel lost. To be invisible. Because one day, I would learn to shine like the moon.

And darling, I do. Flaws and all. I shine like the moon.

I am my own home.

© Sarah Doughty

Poetry

Sleepy Daylit Eyes

“When storms rumbled and cried, I cried with them.
Because I knew, I wasn’t the only one
in so much pain.”

I thought, once upon a time, that fireflies gathered together just beyond the horizon, and combined their bio-luminescent bodies into what people called the sun. My sleepy eyes would watch, and wonder what it would be like to shine up there with them. Together. To make daylight possible. To make the sky turn blue by reflecting their light back at them. And let the clouds take center stage.

Those giants could be fluffy, white cotton candy, with the sun glimmering through them. Or they would blanket the sky, rumble and cry, like I so often wanted to do. And sometimes I did. Because I knew, I wasn’t the only one in so much pain. But then there were days when the expanse of the sky was empty. Nothing but blue as far as my eyes could touch.

But no matter what happened during the day, I was sad to see those fireflies heading towards the horizon, slowly dimming their light as they went, welcoming the moon to rise and take their place.

© Sarah Doughty

Poetry

Travels

“My spirit travels with the wind,
and it is there we will find each other
in the dark.”

This world isn’t black and white, but so many people perceive it that way. I’ve seen beyond the gray and into a place where even shadows have some light to dance with. I’ve seen the rainbows after the storms and felt their pain, as if for once they’d like to be granted a wish.

I’ve felt the wind and how whispers carry. I’ve heard the trees reaching just a little higher to catch some of those words. Even though this world is often dark and no other souls are in sight, I can still feel you there, like you’re right behind me. And if I turn around, I might catch a glimpse of you there. But the space where I feel you is empty.

It’s always empty. But if I look beyond what my eyes can see, I will see you in between life and dreams. And if we’re both lost, all we need to do is find the wind. She always knows how to bring us home. And it is there we will find each other in the dark.

© Sarah Doughty

This was inspired, in part,
by the lovely Wilder of @wilderpoetry.
Her debut poetry book just released, so go check it out.

Poetry

Scraps

“I was no one. And, in a way, I still am. But I learned long ago to take scraps.”

When I was still a child, I was no one. Because who could possibly care for a broken little girl like me? But, every damn day, I appreciated the fact that I was still alive. That alone gave me hope. Those rare bits of honest kindness from others were like icing on the cake. I took what I could get and fought through another day.

That was the world I knew. That is the world I still know. But that’s okay. Because I learned long ago to take scraps.

© Sarah Doughty