It was never
a question
of how to survive,
it was a matter
of will, how long
I could hold on
to the tiny slivers
of hope.

© Sarah Doughty


24 thoughts on “Slivers”

  1. I like that slivers refers to shards of hope that you’re trying to hang onto. When I first read the title, my mind immediately went to the slivers that get under your skin and can fester and cause so much pain despite their small size. In a way, my initial impression of the word gave the experience of the poem more hope, strength, and perseverance, which was quite lovely.

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