Poetry

Worth It

“Surviving hell was worth it.
Because it brought me to you.”

There was a beauty in breaking down. In allowing myself to crumble. I let it all out. Like a hurricane, it flew out of me. Every heartbreak, every blow, every harsh word ever thrown in my direction. It felt freeing, like a weight was lifted from both my chest and my shoulders. I watched it go as it carried on the violent wind. And I felt the universe wrap her arms around me. It was worth it, she told me. Stripping my soul down to the core. Though I would always feel the demons lurking in the night, and the memories would always haunt me, it was worth it. And she was right.

Surviving hell was worth it. Because it brought me to you.

© Sarah Doughty

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11 thoughts on “Worth It”

      1. You’re very welcome. I’d missed being on here like I SHOULD have been. So, A break was needed and I am glad I get to read you again even though I had been doing so while away. *big hugs*

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