I’ve been distracted, preoccupied, and having a little internal struggle. Nothing major. Nothing dramatic even though this blog is going to make it seem that way. I’m just dealing with a little disappointment. Mainly as a result of my terrible habit of daydreaming.
And usually I feel so open to sharing, but now I just don’t have the words and the freedom. But over the last few days Langston Hughes has come to the forefront of my mind.
A Dream Deferred
by Langston Hughes
What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore–
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over–
like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?
I think that sums it up. And now I’m going to try to move on.
That’s just life. She’s tricky like that.