Fake appearances, Pompous personalities, Today’s “shallow souls!” This post is in response to Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge by Go Dog Go Cafe – where you write a story or poem within quick 10-15 words using the prompt word. Follow this link to learn more about the prompts, see other submissions, and to share your own. Come and join in the fun folks! […]
Day: January 8, 2022
One’s fortune should not be chains of gold
nor glittering diamonds or a
jewel encrusted chalice,
But rather sweet desire’s
nuance on rose lips,
My lips are the dew drenched rose yearning for the buzzing bee
to gather my words like pollen and make of them sweet honey
My eyes are the storm clouds burdened with the cleansing rain
longing to fall at last to feel the heat of your bright sun again
My fingers are tendrils of Morning Glory seeking a spot to cling
caressing those tender places entreating your desires to sing
My arms are the weeping willows surrounding you from above
a respite from the world, safe in the shelter of my forever love
Author’s Note:Happy Valentine’s Day to My Big Viking. I’ll love you forever!
“But I will tell you this, my love.
I would break my own heart for you.”
Maybe you will understand how much I need you if I let you go. Not for my sake, but for yours. Maybe you will see how much I burden you with my demons. My darkness. And maybe, at first, you’ll think I’m just trying to pull away. Or maybe, you’ll let go of my hand and let me go without hesitation.
I’m not sure which would hurt me the most. But I will tell you this. If it would make you happier, I would willingly break my own heart. I would do that for you. I would let you go, if only to give you a chance to be free. Free from my dark. Free from my broken soul. Free from me.
© Sarah Doughty
So tell me, do you think
your life would…
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That was the best thing
to ever happen to me.”
Gratitude is within every beat of my heart. It is written upon every bone in my body. It flows through my veins. I was given a chance to live through hell. I was asked to become someone’s life. Someone’s future. A wife. And I was granted the chance to become a mother. Having a family of my own was my gift. A miracle. One of the best accomplishments of my life. I can only hope that I fulfill those roles to the best of my ability. I can only hope I do it well.
© Sarah Doughty
Thank you for choosing me.