Poetry

Consumption

I try to embrace the encroaching darkness
like a lost lover, but afraid it will
consume me all the same.

© Sarah Doughty

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Poetry

Scraps

Oh, how sweet they are,
those scraps you leave in your wake,
as you drag me behind you.

Don’t be the one that follows blindly behind someone willing to use you to get ahead in life.

© Sarah Doughty

A spin on another poem of mine, called “Pennies.”

Poetry

Legacies

“For you, my love,
surviving hell was worth it.”

If I died when I was young, what would this world look like?

It’s not so much the legacy of my words. The baring of my soul. Or the what ifs of friends and family. If no one knew me, they wouldn’t know what they’d be missing.

But there is one very important thing that couldn’t exist had I not been here. My child. This living, breathing, growing organism that started as nothing more than a few cells. A random meeting of chance and pristine circumstances. I felt him growing. I heard his first cries. Saw this eyes, smelled his skin, and felt his little fingers wrapped around one of mine. I felt those bear hugs, heard those giggles and first words.

If I didn’t live — if nothing happened the way it did, that little miracle wouldn’t have seen the light of day.

So, yes. Surviving hell was worth it.

© Sarah Doughty

Poetry

Nuclear

“I felt him all the way down on a cellular level.”

I felt him all the way down on a cellular level. The sparks between us were electric. Like our bodies were nothing more than a chemical reaction. Neurons fired and atoms collided together, letting me know just how right we were together.

It didn’t matter if the rest of the world would burn. Sense and logic were gone. Nothing mattered more than the two of us.

© Sarah Doughty

Poetry

Don’t Presume To Know

People have no business talking about things they don’t know. For those self-proclaimed experts on the matters of depression, keep your thoughts to yourself.

I thought this old piece, Presumptuous, was fitting to share again:

Maybe you
can tell me
what it takes
to survive.
You seem
to have
all the answers
anyway.

© Sarah Doughty

Poetry

Sundown

“I breathed a sigh of relief for the coming night,
and I knew the world would live to see another day.”

Watching the sun fall behind the trees, I breathed a sigh of relief for the coming night. The air around me stilled with the anticipation of darkness, and I knew the world would live to see another day.


I remember this day like it was yesterday. The day the world stood still and watched as two buildings fell and thousands of lives were lost. I was numb, shocked, and felt the weight of it all on my shoulders. I will never forget that day and how it changed everything.

© Sarah Doughty