Hopes And Losses

Poetry

“For all that was lost,
and all she hopes to be,
she’s still fighting.”

For all that was lost, all that was found, and all she ever hopes to come, she knows how to live. How to survive. How to outlast her demons. How to thrive to the best of her ability. For everything she never had, for everything she will never have, and for what she has accomplished, she’s still grateful for all the strength she’s gained. She’s still fighting. She doesn’t know how to surrender. Because a warrior’s blood flows in her veins.

© Sarah Doughty

She is me. She is you.
She is the part of us
that wants to keep breathing.
And she won’t go down
without a fight.

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