Poetry

The Catalyst

“You gave me something to fight for.
Us. And you will always be worth it.”

While growing up, I dared to dream. In all those late nights, counting the stars and watching the moon slide across the sky, I dreamt. I thought of growing up and what that might feel like. What my life might be without all the uncertainty and fear. What my life might be if I found love. How that might change the way I saw myself. I dreamt of chasing those dreams — and what it might feel like to have them come true.

And that was what gave me the courage to keep fighting. Surviving. Because, how could my dreams ever become a reality if I was gone? What good was hope without fighting for my life?

Like the moon and stars, hope was, and always will be with me. Maybe that’s naive of me, but it’s true. Sometimes I doubt myself. That hope is just another one of those things that will fade or it will crush me in the end. But I’m still here. A little broken. A little damaged. But breathing. Alive. And I didn’t have to chase my happiness like I thought I would. You see, the day you came into my life, everything changed. You empowered me. You fueled my passion, not realizing what it really meant to me. You were just the beginning. The catalyst.

You gave me something to fight for. Us. And you will always be worth it.

© Sarah Doughty
2018

There is always hope. Always.

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