“And I felt it.
What it meant
to survive.”

And I felt it. The deepest sadness, the mind-numbing pain, the violation, the degradation. I believed it was truth, deserved, and yet, I survived. Though I relive that pain daily, I’m still here, begging the universe to let me feel something else. Anything that could be defined as good, pure, and above all, something to teach me to breathe again. But for now, I’ll breathe fire, because it means I’m still alive. Still fighting.

© Sarah Doughty