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 have had writer’s block and editor’s block. I heard songs and was inspired to write. Then I sat in front of my MacBook but I couldn’t write what I felt because the words just wouldn’t come out. Not to mention editing previously written columns. I read the columns and got ideas of how to make it better but…you guessed it! Nothing came out that was worth writing. **Sigh** So after numerous attempts I thought I would just get my mind off writing in hopes that I would get back to writing. Go figure. So I organized my music list and bought songs. Still nothing…I had no inspiration to write. Then I heard Ruben’s “Flying Without Wings” and I came to terms with my issue before he completed the first verse. “Everybody’s looking for that something, one thing that makes it all complete.” That’s me and that’s my issue!!! I am missing my wings.