A poem by Isabelle Sorrells
The river cascades down my road
And submerges my bare feet,
Tugging at my ankles
And pulling debris along the way.
My clothes begin to gather the weight of the rain.
White light changes the sky before my eyes
With the drums of God crashing through the air
Not a second after.
I am the only one fool enough to be out here –
And I know I cannot stay,
But the chaos around me
Soothes my soul.
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