Possibility

I have this dream

That sits in the back of my head,

Where I live in a beautiful apartment;

Small and quaint, with a beautiful view overlooking the city.

I imagine myself sipping warm tea

With sun streaming through my curtains,

My easel up against the wall.

If I look closely at myself in the mirror,

I’m not dissatisfied by my reflection.

Because I’ve finally put something into the world

That I’m allowed to be proud of.

Thinking back to who I once was ,

A vegetable,

Unable and unwilling to get out of bed even to bathe my body;

I’m inspired by the idea that those dreams;

Even if they’re just dreams

Feel attainable in that short moment.