Butterflies

A poem by Isabelle Sorrells


There are butterflies inside this cage of mine,

Holding my stomach and heart together.

They flutter about,

Speeding up the metronome,

Warming my blood,

And tossing the contents of my lunch like a storm.

I know,

I’ve seen the x-ray.

Surreal

A poem by Isabelle Sorrells


Flowers in by boots,

Clouds in my hair.

Yellow grass above me,

Red air beneath me.

Plato the jilted planet on my right,

Ferris’ wheel to my left.

My mind beating in the space of my heart,

My heart thinking between the clouds.

Hand in foot.

Foot in hand.

Eyes of water to see,

Dali got nothin’ on me.

Ride

A poem by Isabelle Sorrells


Come with my darling

and we’ll fly through the depths.

We’ll drive the clouds!

You and I will cruise across the rings of Saturn

and dance with Andromeda

If only you’d take my hand.

Leap of …

A poem by Isabelle Sorrells


Can you take the leap?

Can you summon the courage

To place your trust

In the cerulean liquid sky?

Can you trust it to catch you

In clouds of effervescence

When you step off the unshakable security of solid ground?

Abandon its consistency and aegis,

In exchange for the thrill of discomfort?

Can you stop thinking for just a moment,

Close your eyes,

And Jump?

Moon to Waves

A poem by Isabelle Sorrells


You are the moon to my ocean,

Pulling me toward you;

Making my waves,

And yet, I can’t manage to get any closer.

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Are we doomed to be so drawn together, but to be so far away?

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Maybe I don’t need to get closer

To be with you.

Our destinies are intertwined.

Who can defy the gravity we share?

Sun After Winter

A poem by Isabelle Sorrells


I yearn for it.

To bask in its warmth.

To close my eyes

And to turn my chin to the sky.

It covers me like a blanket,

Lulling me into a trance.

Filling my bones

With promises of light.

It kisses my skin

Turning it ever darker.

I have come to relish the sometimes

Burning sensation

It gives me.

I curse the wind on days like this,

Robbing me of moments of warmth

And prickling my skin.

I move away from the shadows

And crowd closely into the light.

With the warmth of the sun

I am content.

I can only hope I use it wisely,

And do not spend so much time in it

That is grows tired of me,

And curses my slowly darkening skin

With a different kind of burn.

Puppeteer

Poem and image created by Isabelle Sorrells


These things attached to me

Thin spider’s silk

Gleaming in the light.

Strands of glass

Unbreakable.

One lifts,

My limbs follow.

I’m at it’s mercy

And it’s command.

I resisted, in the past.

But I have found it easier

To let these strands of glass

Do it all for me.

I never realized

The one who held these chains of control

All along

Keeping me captive

Was me.

Strong Women – A Tribute to Feminism

The poem by Isabelle Sorrells


We all want people to recognize the strength of women.

But it’s gone so far as we need them to recognize it, because if they don’t, somehow, we aren’t.

Aren’t strong.

Aren’t capable.

Or at least, that’s what has become of us.

We have fooled ourselves into thinking if the world sees us for the “strong women” that we are, that will be enough.

As if that ever mattered.

Why has the foundation of our self-esteem become based on the recognition, validation, and submission from others?

I am a child of God; I don’t need the world to tell me who I am.

He loves me more than anyone else ever could.

Because of Him I know my worth.

I don’t need the world’s approval.

God is enough for me.