Day: January 31, 2020
Now, if that is not strength, I don’t know what is ❤️
What better way to regain your balance and strength than making peace with your fears? 🙏
It is your body and it is your healing journey 🌱
Resurrection finally
There were days when you had that innate skills to ruin my world,
and it didn’t matter whether you were with me or without,
but today I am going to rob that away from you,
for I liberate my soul from this thing called love
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Summer Dreams
Summer meadow
dappled in daisies
lovers lying on
grassy knoll
making promises
they’ll never keep
yet their sweet dreams
could come true
if their love
ripens into
love that fills
eternity
“Religion is like a pair of shoes…find one that fits you, but don’t make me wear your shoes.”
“Religion is like a pair of shoes…find one that fits you, but don’t make me wear your shoes.”
– George Carlin, critic, comedian
Advantage Taken
Vile
Today’s Word of the Day is Vile.
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Broken Record
“But then again,
when I think about it,
it’s me that is broken.”
It’s been said time and time again. Get over it. It was in the past. You need to let it go. On and on. Sometimes it starts to sound like a broken record. But then again, when I think about it, it’s me that is broken. Because I can’t simple let go or get over it. It lingers there. Haunting my thoughts. Terrorizing me in dreams. And so much more. Maybe one day, I’ll be able to say I’ve moved on and I’m no longer haunted. But who knows when that day will be?
© Sarah Doughty
Or if it will come at all.
The Reluctant Poet 