Need For Sense

A poem by Isabelle Sorrells


Clothes soaked to the skin,

Cold shivering bones,

Water dripping from my lashes

And into my eyes,

So I can’t see.

My need for adventure

Makes me keep on.

But my sense of adventure

Makes me relish every part of it.

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