Acceptance

One piece of paper after another

500 words or less

each screaming,

"Me! Me! Me!"

But there are only so many spots, 

so many chances.

How can one stand out against another?

Each worthy, each qualified,

So well-rounded they've become 

a circle

all trying to fit into the same narrow opening,

where a ray of light and hope

shines on the other side.

Perhaps, to stand out,

the paper should delicatlely fold into an airplane

And soar through the window of admissions;

That'd be sure to catch someone's eye!

Or maybe the paper could be a vivid pink

and smell of fresh strawberries,

alluring the senses.

Then again, 

perhaps a simple poem

will do.