Dreamer

Dreams and drapes

grabbed my attention in

third grade,

 

then in seventh grade,

I wanted to be a baker,

there I went dreaming again

 

tenth grade starts

and I can't choose

what I want to major in

because I have three ideas;

writer, therapist, photographer

 

I asked every night

"why can't I be all of them at once?"

dreamers tend to

think a lot

 

so I thought and thought...

 

Fast forward to now,

I am determined to:

write my first book,

graduate with a BA

in psychology,

And photograph the world

 

before I die.

 
 
This poem is about: 
Me
Poetry Terms Demonstrated: 

Comments

Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.
 

 

If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741