Paper Dreams

Amaya Avery '28

I hung a poster in my room last week.

It filled the empty space above my bed

I sat back and stared at the slim piece of paper,

thinking, wondering, hoping. 

I tried to ignore it at first

But that paper had a grip on me

I couldn’t help but stare at it. 

There it was,

what I had dreamed about for years, 

staring back at me.

The picture was clear,

a careful depiction of what I wanted,

drawing me in endlessly, time and time again.

What was it?

A sign,

of what could be, should be, would be or

can be.

A dream that only I could see,

so distant

it exists only on paper.

For now, I’ve seen it. 

Today, I believe it. 

One day, I’ll be it.