Words Worth While

An archive of my works and writings

Words Worth settling into

Brew some tea and settle in to my personal library! From photography for the beholder, essays for the cerebral, poems for the dramatist, and stories for the average Walter Mitty. If you are any of these or something in between, this is the place for you!

  • A Morning Abandoned

    A Morning Abandoned

    A poem by Isabelle Sorrells I know the day has begun – It is calling for me to join it. A soft warm beam through…

  • Separation

    Separation

    A poem by Isabelle Sorrells The stars stood still, Atoms split, And you and I were no longer one.

  • To Avoid Death

    To Avoid Death

    A poem by Isabelle Sorrells All roads to death Begin with life. The only way to avoid death Is to avoid life. I choose to…

  • Wave On Water

    Wave On Water

    A poem by Isabelle Sorrells Here, on this surface of life and death – This place I could fall through within its tenuous tempers –…

  • The Chaos of The Storm

    The Chaos of The Storm

    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…

  • Judgement

    Judgement

    A poem by Isabelle Sorrells Do not warn me Of new perspectives And beg me not to judge. For what else could they be Since…

About Me

Howdy! My name is Isabelle Sorrells. I started this little library in 2021 to share my creations with the world. I may have created these things because I enjoy them, but they last so much longer and matter just a little bit more if others can enjoy them too.

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  • A poem by Isabelle Sorrells Gravity in mind and body take over, Pulling me deeper into the ground and the night. This is a place…

  • A poem by Isabelle Sorrells This fire inside It will not just burn, But with it You will penetrate the night And soar To bring…

  • A poem by Isabelle Sorrells Reach for the flowers For who knows how long they will bloom? Climb the arms of the great oak, How…