Desiccated Soul

I’m not a delicate flower,
something you cherish
for all your days.
I’m that black rose,
wilted and withering.
The thing no one wants.
No matter how you look at it,
there’s no fixing
my desiccated soul.

© Sarah Doughty


23 thoughts on “Desiccated Soul”

  1. Ms Sarah….this is beautifully sad. There may be no “fixing”. But a little rearranging and replacing goes a long way. Your writing is stunning. And I appreciate the courage you take to share so openly.

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      1. Yes they do. It’s one of the reasons I write so much, including my books. It’s also why they’re free. I don’t want to deprive anyone of the opportunity to read because they can’t afford to do so. I hope you have a great holiday.

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  2. I referred to the comment section after appreciating, I wonder how it didnt click me I had read it twice. Perhaps its because the lines are so simple and flowing.. so I think that’s a cap on your feather Sarah, that people reading it twice, would find it back as new again 🙂

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  3. Poignant and evocative words. As an eternal optimist, however, I can’t help but offer that with a bit of nurturing and love, that rose can bloom anew. Thanks for sharing your gift of words, best wishes for an inspired day.

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