Poetry

Fractured Lives

“Yes, love. You and I are broken pieces
of a fractured life. Survivors of our own wars.”

Yes, love. You and I are broken pieces of a fractured life. We have waged war. One on the inside, fighting our demons to the best of our ability. And another on the outside. The kind that shaped us into the people we are today. And though our battles weren’t the same, we know what it takes to survive. So let me tell you this: in your darkest moments, when you feel like your world is crashing down, know that I am here for you. To listen. To be a shoulder to cry upon. Or a punching bag, if that’s what you need to get back up off the ground. And I can only hope that when I stumble and fall, you will be there to help pick up my pieces too. Because that’s what true friends do.

© Sarah Doughty

And I will always
be your friend.

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