Poetry

Saturn Structures

“What would it be like if I shed all those masks?
Would you still want to be here?”

My thoughts float around me like moons in orbit. Like a seemingly endless stream popping up and fading away at a moment’s notice. And like the rings surrounding Saturn, I’ve hidden myself beneath layers of masks and façades, hoping no one will see the real me beneath. But then sometimes I wonder, what would it be like if I shed those layers? Would you still want to be here?

© Sarah Doughty

Maybe, I don’t want
to know the answer.

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Poetry

Warmth

“Her heart is not cold for not letting you in.”

After so long, she’s spent countless hours building those walls to protect herself. And could you blame her? After an earthquake, or a fire, or any other disaster, the task is always to rebuild. Stronger, lasting, and protected from the next. Don’t mistake her inability to knock those walls down with the inability to love. It’s much easier to build a door than it is to tear an entire building down.

© R.C. Gonzales &
Sarah Doughty
2017

Dare to make a door
for the right one.
You won’t regret it.

An impromptu collaboration with the lovely Rosie of @areadingwriter. The words in the quote © R.C. Gonzales, the rest are mine.

Poetry

Magical Being

“Do you believe in magic?
I learned long ago
that it flows through my veins.”

Do you believe in magic? I learned long ago that it flows through my veins. There must be some, right? Surviving hell takes a lot of luck and determination. Creating life is a miracle. Just like destroying it is a tragedy. Like the stars and the universe, burning bright and infinite, always reshaping into something new. If that’s not magic, I don’t know what is.

© Sarah Doughty
2017

Magic is inherently beautiful.
And I see it every day.

Poetry

Bleakness

“All I could do was hold on to hope,
no matter how bleak my situation.”

This is my undoing. When the night seems tondrag on for an eternity. When the moon hides her weary eyes. And when I try to keep myself in the here and now. Not back in time when the monster came for me in the dead of night. Not in a time where I felt helpless, and all I could do was hold on to hope, no matter how bleak my situation became. These nights, I sit in an uncomfortable silence and wait for morning to arrive. Even though I know I’m safe, my body refuses to acknowledge it. And thus, is my undoing.

© Sarah Doughty

In the never-ending night,
I wait.
And I hope.

Poetry

Kneeling

“Didn’t you know?
She brings my world to its knees.”

I was warned to watch out for the storms, the destruction of her fury. But I glimpsed the beauty of her face when the rains cleared. Every day, I experience the miracle that is her. So when they asked me, “Why do you love her?” I had one answer.

“Didn’t you know? She brings my world to its knees.”

© Sarah Doughty
2017

She can be beauty and destruction.
But she is the reason we exist.
Let’s take better care
of this blue wonder we call home.

Poetry

Your Arms Are Home

“I melted into your touch,
like your arms were home.”

I melted into your touch, like your arms were home. I wasn’t sure how you felt in that moment we collided in the night, but I knew where I was meant to be — with you. I knew, together, we would share something few experience in this life. I could only hope you felt the same.

© Sarah Doughty
2017

It felt like finding home
for the first time.

Poetry

My Destruction

“You see, I know you’re my undoing.
For better or worse, my heart is yours.”

Little tendrils of sage smoke circle around me as I make a futile attempt to cleanse my thoughts. It seems as though no matter how many times I’ve completed this process successfully in the past, today, my mind refuses to break free from you. I’m not sure why that is — or, at least, I refuse to acknowledge it. You see, I know that you’re going to be my undoing. I know that you’re going to steal my heart. And I know I will be powerless to stop you. More importantly, I’m not sure I want to stop it at all. Though that thought — even admitting it myself — is beyond terrifying, there’s something about this situation that I can’t seem to fight. Maybe I can tell the difference between something real and something filled with hope. Maybe I know, deep down, that I don’t have to worry about my heart when it’s in your hands.

© Sarah Doughty

Or maybe, that will be the reason
for my destruction.
Either way, for better or worse,
my heart is yours.

Poetry

Becoming Alone

“By choice or by fate, in becoming alone
we find ourselves again.”

It’s never easy, experiencing life’s tragedies, but we push on. Because we must. Whether we walk the road alone by choice or by fate, in becoming alone we find ourselves again. So, in spirit, let’s find our way through this darkness together. There’s no reason to do it alone.

© Sarah Doughty
2017

In spirit, you are never alone.
There’s always someone who has experienced
the same thing, or someone
that has survived it.

Poetry

Bullets

“Now that you’re gone, it’s as if
everything is darker without you here.”

We shot through the night like bullets, jumping from one destination to the next. It felt freeing, out there with you, under the watchful eye of the moon. I miss those nights now that you’re gone. It’s as if everything is darker without you here.

© Sarah Doughty
2017

Even the stars refuse to shine.

Poetry

In This Fire

“If nothing else, I know you’re dangerous.
Because, eventually I know I’ll fall for you.”

In the fire, I burn. I rage and strain against the fibres that bind me to this place. While, at the same time, I cannot bear to let this moment end. I inhale, but oxygen no longer sustains me. As the unseen fire consumes the air around me, I am left with smoke. The swirling incense that tells me I’m home. It fills my lungs and fuels me. It sets my veins to burn, which pushes me on. And all I can do is take you in like a piece of fine art. In the fire, I burn. I feel you near like you’re magnetized. I cannot help but watch as you move. Watch and wonder what you’re thinking in this moment. But really, if I’m being honest with myself, I wonder if you’re feeling the same, instantaneous attraction to me. If nothing else, I can be certain that you’re dangerous. Because nothing else has drawn me in like this. And I know. I know it’s only a matter of time before I fall hopelessly in love.

© Sarah Doughty

In the fire, I burn.
I burn to know you.
To feel you.
To be yours.