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!

  • We Remain

    We Remain

    A poem by Isabelle Sorrells The winds rock us The lightning crashes Water collides, But we remain on course. Forever forward Eternally onward. Retreat? We…

  • Without Joy

    Without Joy

    A poem by Isabelle Sorrells Without music – Without Dancing – Mine would be a very sad soul indeed.

  • Not Your People

    Not Your People

    A poem by Isabelle Sorrells They crack a joke And everyone laughs. You laugh along with them – A laugh without sound, Contained in the…

  • Unrequited

    Unrequited

    A poem by Isabelle Sorrells Its too bad When she finally finds someone Worth her affection, They feel the same. Just not for her.

  • A New Year

    A New Year

    A poem by Isabelle Sorrells A new year. A new day. We are careful to begin With fireworks and friends To remind us we share…

  • Addicted

    Addicted

    A poem by Isabelle Sorrells He cries and begs for more – Begs for relief from the pain. But its not the pain he cries…

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

  • 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…

  • 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…