A poem by Isabelle Sorrells
I don’t wish to be in other worlds
Or to forever vanish into the abyss of fictional pages
As an escape from my real life.
I wish to bring the things I love most
From such places
Into my world –
I love my life here
As I have been given it,
How wonderful it is!
And I will continue to improve it.
What’s the use for pining for what will never be
When I can dream of the things I will soon contrive?