Poetry

Aches Of Life

“I feel your ache beating
in my chest like it’s my own.
And darling, you are never alone.”

I feel your ache beating in my chest like it’s my own. No matter how your story may differ from mine, the pain is there, all the same. We are bound in that pain. As sisters. As former lovers. As daughters. We ache because we know what it means to live. We live, because we know what it takes to survive in a cold world like this one. And darling, you are never alone.

© Sarah Doughty
2018

You are never alone.
You can survive this too.

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