Poetry

Evolving Dreams

“Let’s lay under a blanket of stars
and fill our hearts with warmth.
We could all use a little escape.”

Could this be the end? Not of us, but of all that we dreamed we would do together. How we’d travel the world. Spend countless nights under the stars making up constellations and telling the old myths that came before them. Or, is it just the way our lives evolved over time. That our dreams of our future are still very much alive, but yet they’re no longer the focal point of us. Because we have become more than just you and me. And I’m okay with that. I will always be okay with that.

So let’s make up constellations together as a family and tell their stories under a blanket of stars and warmth in our hearts.

© Sarah Doughty

We could all use
a little escape
now and again.

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Poetry

Ever After

“But let me just say this:
I’m still in love with you.”

But let me just say this one last thing: I’m still in love with you. Through all the bad, the good, the beautiful and the ugly, you’ve been by my side. You’ve been my rock. You’ve been everything I ever dreamed about love. All those tales that ended in happily ever after. And no matter how far our story goes, you will always be my ever after.

© Sarah Doughty

I just hope
I’m yours too.

Poetry

Without Fear

“All I ask is one last chance.
To let me love you without fear.”

All I ask is one last chance. One more try. Just to try to break free from these chains that have held me down for so long. Not because I need you, though I do. But because I don’t deserve to be tied down by my fear. I don’t deserve to live in the shadows of my past. I need something to pull away. One last ounce of strength. One last try. Just please, don’t give up on me yet. Maybe, just maybe, one day, I’ll finally be able to say I made it. Back to you. Back into your arms. Where I’m free. With you. And without pain.

© Sarah Doughty

Just please don’t give up on me.

Poetry

Stealing Hearts

“Didn’t you know? It was you all along.
The one that would steal my heart.”

Didn’t you know? It was you all along. The one I would meet by chance. The one that would steal my heart. The one that would spend forever with me. It wasn’t you that was lucky. It was me. Because even in my dreams, I never believed I would find my home.

© Sarah Doughty

I was lucky that home
turned out to be you.

Poetry

Belief In Fate

“I have to believe in fate.
Because I can’t imagine a life
without you in it.”

This is when I begin to wonder what life would have been if you and I never crossed paths. I wonder if fate is real, and if she might have found another way to bring us together. I’d like to think so. I have to believe in fate. Because I can’t imagine a life without you in it. And no matter what choices we would have made, I believe that being yours was always in the cards for me.

© Sarah Doughty

I hope you feel
the same too.

Poetry

Whispers In The Dark

“These doubts I hear,
like whispers in the night.
How they haunt me.”

Doubts are the whispers that linger in the night. As if, somehow, the darkness has some uncanny ability to amplify the words we hear. Or perhaps it’s the moon that echoes her words across the water that inhabits our words. But either way, I hear those words. I hear the longing tone as it passes through the trees. And it makes me wonder. Are those words meant for me? Or am I simply able to hear some of the most beautiful, sad, and love-stricken words?

© Sarah Doughty

These doubts I hear.
How they haunt me.

Poetry

Lost In Silence

“Sometimes, it’s the silence that gets me.
Even though you’re within arm’s reach.”

Sometimes, it’s the silence that gets me. Even though I know you’re within arm’s reach, I still feel as though I’m miles away. Lost in a midnight mist that covers the ground like a shroud. I can feel the earth beneath my feet, the grass tickling at my ankles, but even above the blanket of fog, there’s no light. Not even the moon to guide me home. But it’s not so much the darkness that scares me. It’s the silence. Somehow, the silence leaves me with no compass. No sense of direction. And I fear if I begin to walk, I might end up further away. In the dark. In the quiet. In the mist.

© Sarah Doughty

And that’s when
the silence
becomes deafening.

Poetry

Melodies

“Don’t you see?
It was the way you said my name.
It felt like a melody.”

Don’t you see? It was the way you said my name. It felt like a melody. A brief glimpse of your voice. The timbre of it. And how it did over my skin, making the bed rush to the surface and causing shivers all across my body. It was a song meant only for me. And, my love, I never want you to stop singing to me.

© Sarah Doughty

Sing my name again
and let me revel
in it for a while.

Poetry

Harsh Lesson

“Perhaps you were always meant
to be a harsh lesson. But that’s okay.”

Perhaps you were always meant to be a temporary lesson. A harsh one, but a lesson nonetheless. And perhaps you learned a little something from me too. No matter how much you rage and seethe and plot against me in secret, I am the same person I’ve always been. No matter how much you try to change me. I am who I am. Humble. Kind at heart. And that means I’m nothing like you.

© Sarah Doughty

That also means that
I still forgive you.

Poetry

Be You

“Sometimes I wonder if this well
in my heart will ever run dry.
I’ve carried so much for so long.”

Sometimes I wonder if this well in my heart will ever run dry. I’ve carried so much for what feels like forever. Would I become someone else entirely, if that well ran dry? Maybe I wouldn’t recognize the person I was. Would that really be such a bad thing?

Here’s the thing. We are the sum of everything. From conception to birth to growing up and learning just how difficult life can be. We are a collection. A summary. A life. And no matter what has happened, we bear our scars and shed our tears for as long as we must. And if that means until death, then that is just part of who we are. There are certain things in my life I couldn’t bear to let go. So that means accepting all the good with the bad. All the bits that brought me to this moment.

You are who you are. The good and the bad.

© Sarah Doughty

Be you.