The Muse

This draft was just waiting for me, as if when I began this post without finishing it, somehow I knew...I'd be back:) Certainly didn't foresee my entry coming in the sleepless, predawn hours of March, having just started a load of laundry and anticipating another "throw away day" of mislaid "best laid plans." It's like that Langston Hughes poem with me; "A Dream Deferred." Indeed, "what happens to a dream deferred?/Does it dry up?...or does it explode?" There was a time when I absolutely reveled in the language of the Harlem Renaissance. During my college years I took a night course in African American Literature and curled up inside the language to dream:) Alas for me I feel like that was another life and some one else. Now it's just me writing a blog before the sun rises. Waxing quite poetic, if I do say myself! But deep inside I know that nothing lasts forever; I'm going to lose this touch of inspiration in a minute--forever--and then what? Back to banging my fist bloody on the door of human rights. ...Sigh. It's the early hour that's making me melancholy. Twenty-four hours ago I was still in bed, though awake then too. What happens to a dream deferred? It turns into something else worth fighting for. ...Sigh.

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