Poetry

Feeling You

“It’s okay. It’s okay to feel.
And you don’t ever have to hide.
Because I feel you too.”

In the echoing of the night, I feel you the most. I can feel those salty tears falling from your cheeks. I hear the hitch in your breath as you try not to sob. And I can feel you on those nights you are filled with elation. Love. And everything in between. I feel you. In the echoing of the night, I feel the words in your heart. I want you to know that it’s okay. It’s okay to not be okay. It’s okay to feel sad. To feel happy. To be. You don’t ever have to hide. You don’t have to be anything you’re not. Because I feel you too.

© Sarah Doughty

I feel you. And it’s okay.

This was written for day twelve
of November NotesNovember Notes.
Empathy by Audiomachine

Poetry

As I Am

“You loved me despite this darkness.
You loved me as I am.”

In this heart of mine, there are shadows that swallow the light. There are memories shrouded in scars and emotions drowning in blood. But you loved me despite these things. Or maybe, you loved me because of them. Just as I am, you loved me. Either way, I’m glad I’m not the only one traversing the dark. I’m glad I’m not the only one with a heart full of love.

© Sarah Doughty

That far outweighs anything else I’ve ever experienced.

This was written for day eleven
of November Notes.
Heart Of The Darkness by Tommee Proffitt

Poetry

Beyond Words

“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

Poetry

Worth The Effort

“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

Poetry

Storm Of Indecision

“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

Poetry

Dare To Live

“In order to live, you must
put one foot in front of the other,
and then do it all over again.”

After all that’s happened, I still have more to overcome. But I know I’ll make it. I have to. All it takes is getting out of bed every day, putting one foot in front of the other, and doing it all over again. It might seem impossible, but living is worth it.

© Sarah Doughty

Living is always worth it.

This was written for day six
of November Notes.
Miles To Go by Stateless

Poetry

Change The Past

“Good or bad, my past
brought me to where I am.
I wouldn’t trade that for anything.”

I used to think about what I would give to go back and rewrite history. But no matter what I dreamed up, I was still a powerless child with no means of escape. I was just too small and weak to fight back. But none of that really mattered when I came to the realization that my life wouldn’t be the same today had those things in my past not happened. I wouldn’t be who I am, let alone have everything I couldn’t live without today. So as much as it hurts to acknowledge that nothing was in my control, I don’t think I would have changed anything.

© Sarah Doughty

Good or bad, that’s something I have to live with.

This was written for day six
of November Notes.
What I Wouldn’t Give
by We The Kings

Poetry

Sight

“My love, I knew you were made from stardust,
but I didn’t realize you could hold
an entire universe in your eyes.”

When I look at you, I don’t see wonder in your gaze. I see the northern lights shimmering against the blue-tinged galaxy in your irises. It shimmers there, undulating with every breath you take. And I cannot help but to be captivated by it. I knew you were made from stardust, but I didn’t realize you could hold an entire universe in your eyes.

© Sarah Doughty

It is undoubtedly
the most beautiful thing
I’ve ever seen.

This was written for day five
of November Notes.
Eyes by Ex Machina

Poetry

Heartless

“And in the end, I don’t care
what became of you, my monster.
What matters is that you were gone.”

And in the end, I don’t care what became of you. What matters is that you were out of my life. You see, I don’t care that you suffered as a child, too. It was a choice to become a monster. Then to continue being one. So no, I don’t think I’m heartless for refusing to care what happened to you. I just wanted you out of my life for good.

© Sarah Doughty

I didn’t care how you left,
not even death,
as long as you stayed gone.

This was written for day four
of November Notes.
I Don’t Care (ft. Adam Grontier)
by Apocalyptica

Earthen Witch, Poetry

Outrunning The Truth

“No matter how far I go,
there’s one thing I cannot escape.
You. And it was never you
I was running from.”

No matter how far I go, there’s one thing I cannot escape. Your voice, calling me home. Your face, pleading for me to stop running. You. The memories of you, how they flood my mind and remind me of everything I have left behind. It’s the worst decision I ever made, to run from you and the reality of what came to pass. But I was strong enough to admit to myself that I couldn’t handle the pain. And I was drowning in it. These bones of mine cannot outrun the truth. Sooner or later even the distance wouldn’t be enough.

© Sarah Doughty

One way or another,
I would have to
face the truth
and that thought
terrified me.

Loosely based on the events of my
upcoming novel, Safe.

This was written for day three
of November Notes.
Bones by Low Roar