A Poetic Reflection on Why I Write | Isabelle King
I wish I didn’t know that I will spend the rest of my life chasing things
I will never catch. Answers that will elude me, truths that will deceive me
maybe I write so that I can say I do more than wish.
Maybe I am trying to take steer of my ship
as it sails routes along stars
and not go mad asking myself how the stars got there.
I don’t even know how my ship
is able to exist
and the clouds that fuel it are no more clear than the glass I exhale.
The words I have carved onto the ivory of my bones
are configurations of reality—
like the answers found from lead lines and compassas, they
are a false sense of control, but at least I didn’t just wish my life away
hoping someone would just hand my ship back to me.
At least I didn’t wish my life away
hoping answers would write themselves.
About Isabelle
She/her
Isabelle is an undergraduate student at The University of Maine at Farmington and currently a co-editor of The Sandy River Review. She is a hopeless caffeine addict and is often seen in local coffee shops pouring her heart out to her notebooks over an iced coffee.
Instagram: @isabelleva29 / @isabellesisleofar
