Miracles Like You

Poetry

“I am thankful
for the miracles
in my life.
Like you.”

It’s a bittersweet thing, to find yourself growing older. Another year gone. But this year, instead of mourning what couldn’t be, I’m celebrating the fact that I’m still here. That I’m still able to see miracles every day. To see the faces of the ones I love. Like you.

© Sarah Doughty
2017

So thank you,
for spending
this moment with me.
Thank you for being here.
Thank you for making this moment special.

That Arrow

Poetry

“You shot that arrow
and I was done. I loved you.”

You shot that arrow and I was done. You collided with my heart and I knew I’d never love anyone the way I loved you. It was like a spark, igniting me in open flame. I no longer needed the sun, because you were a source of light I never wanted to live without. But I never said I couldn’t live without it. I’m stronger than that.

© Sarah Doughty

Coexistence as equals
in this universe
is something I choose to do.

This was written for day nineteen
of November Notes.
Catch Fire by The Neon Lights

Awake At Night

Poetry

“I remember. I remember
laying awake at night.
Waiting for you.”

I remember. I remember laying awake at night, watching my door. Listening for the low roar of the garage door. The scent of barely-cooked steak wafting up to my room. It was all a prelude to you ascending those stairs and turning the opposite direction down the hall. That’s when I know my time is up. My only question — in the unknown — was how much pain I would endure and how long my torture would last.

© Sarah Doughty

Long after you’re gone,
I’m still in that perpetual darkness,
wondering when my torment will end.

This was written for day eighteen
of November Notes.
Recreational by Aaron Krause

Until Morning Comes

Poetry

“I watched you in the starlight,
and my heart leapt out of my chest.”

I watched you in the starlight, and my heart leapt out of my chest. Asking myself how I never saw such beauty before, I felt like I could see for the first time. In the shadows, your eyes glittered and the planes for your jaw were in Stark relief. You were mesmerizing and I never wanted to look away. Every time I see you in the night, I want to bask in your shadow until the morning comes.

© Sarah Doughty

So please, don’t let this night end.

Without you, I’m as cold as ice.

This was written for day sixteen
of November Notes.
Your Soul by Hippie Sabotage

Shadows Fall

Poetry, Random Thoughts

“No matter how many hits I receive,
I have the comfort of knowing who I am
and what I’ve overcome.”

No, this life of mine has never been easy. It seems as though I’ve been fighting some kind of war during every stage. A fight to survive. A fight to fit in. Make friends, not acquaintances of convenience. Try to live a life that had some sort of meaning after everything that happened. But school didn’t make that easy. It felt like an uphill battle and I was a well-tuned wheel, ready to roll down to the bottom with an unceremonious splat. I kept getting up. Kept trying. After all, I’d survived worse. So I pressed on and realized the bottom of that hill became a chasm. One that awaited to swallow me whole and devour me in the next instant. A place where shadows fall and never retreat.

But I’ve come to the realization that this life is what you make of it. No matter how many punches or kicks I receive, I have the comfort of knowing who I am and what I’ve overcome. This life of mine was never a competition, except the ones I set for myself. And to the ones that have thrown hits of their own, I hope you find peace within yourself. I’ve never been a competitor and I never will be. I’ve never been an enemy, except the one created in your head. I’ve never been more than an easy mark to trample over when the time was right. And I suppose that fault is mine to bear for putting that welcome mat on my revolving door.

© Sarah Doughty

I repeat, this life of mine
was never a competition,
except the ones
I set for myself.

While this came pouring out of me this morning, I realized I had a lot of feelings about this that needed to come out. So consider it more of an essay about one aspect of my current situation.

This was written for day fourteen
of November Notes.
Shadows Fall by Random Forest

Beyond Words

Poetry

“And I am damned lucky to have you
and call you mine.”

This isn’t another love letter. You are far more than a soul that is loved. You are everything I dreamed of as a child, wishing for her happy ever after. And even during the toughest of times, you’ve been there. Unwavering in your support. How could words ever encompass all that is you? But, the more I think about it, the more I don’t want to capture you in words. Because you are not bound by any terms or descriptions. You are more. Everything. And I am damned lucky to have you and call you mine.

© Sarah Doughty

You transcend words.
You are pure beauty.

This was written for day eight
of November Notes.
Quiet by This Will Destroy You

Worth The Effort

Poetry

“Don’t you see?
You are unstoppable.
You are worth the effort of living.”

Don’t you see? You are unstoppable. Even when you get knocked down, you get back up and keep going. That is a warrior spirit burning in your veins. That is the adrenaline that pushes you on. But as long as you need it, I’ll gladly give you a push. Or extend a hand. Whatever you need, I will give you. Because, sometimes, we all need a little something to remind us that we are needed. That we aren’t too much to handle. That we are worth the effort of living.

© Sarah Doughty

And you are worth the effort.?

This was written for day nine
of November Notes.
Wildfire (alternate version) by SYML

Storm Of Indecision

Poetry

“Sometimes I’m not sure
who I am in this reality.
All I know is that I’m lost.”

Sometimes I’m not sure who I am in this reality. Am I an alien, discovering this new world? Wandering aimlessly through life? Or maybe I’m just lost like the rest of the world, grasping at straws and hoping I’ll find my way eventually. This storm of indecision haunts me. So I’ll do the only thing I can: keep looking. Somewhere I’m bound to find myself.

© Sarah Doughty

Right?

This was written for day eight
of November Notes.
I Of The Storm by Of Monsters And Men

Bask In The Light

Poetry

“No matter how broken you think you are,
bask in the light you find.”

Life is made up of moments. Good or bad, they are meant to be felt. They are meant to be lived. For the longest time, I was certain the bad outweighed all the good. Like a stain on a pristine cloth. But I’ve realized the good might not have come from all the wrong. All the hurt. All the darkness and shadows that haunt us from our pasts only make the light more vivid. More contrasting. It makes the good parts stand out that much more. So no matter how broken you think you are, bask in the light you find.

© Sarah Doughty
2017

Find the light
and don’t ever let it go.

Bask In The Light

Poetry

“No matter how broken you think you are,
bask in the light you find.”

Life is made up of moments. Good or bad, they are meant to be felt. They are meant to be lived. For the longest time, I was certain the bad outweighed all the good. Like a stain on a pristine cloth. But I’ve realized the good might not have come from all the wrong. All the hurt. All the darkness and shadows that haunt us from our pasts only make the light more vivid. More contrasting. It makes the good parts stand out that much more. So no matter how broken you think you are, bask in the light you find.

© Sarah Doughty
2017

Find the light
and don’t ever let it go.