Poetry

A Little Longer

“Boulders are
shackled to
my legs and
I’m being dragged
to the bottom
of an icy ravine.”

Boulders are shackled to my legs and I’m being dragged to the bottom of an icy ravine. The deep blue water envelops me and I see the moon twinkling through from above. The pressure rises in my head and all I can do is pull against those restraints. Knowing that it’s a futile battle. Knowing I won’t make it to the surface. For a flicker of an instant, I wonder if the world would lament my loss. But then, I remember my son. Each time he smiled at me, gave me a hug, and tried to make me smile. I remember my husband, and all those times he looked into my eyes. Every touch. Every promise. I remember the people that love me. And that gives me the strength to keep fighting. To pull against those shackles until they break. To hold my breath just a little longer so I can swim to the surface and be with them again.

© Sarah Doughty

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28 thoughts on “A Little Longer”

  1. Having been to war, I would have to say that this very clearly articulates how hard a woman will fight for her life and the true reasons why. Not for vanity, not for the drama of surviving. But for her family. Thank you for sharing this.

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