To Wish

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 –


And now.

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?

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