Stifled Creativity

frustration

So I have been writing on a few different pieces for the past two weeks and none of them are finished yet. Not even remotely. I have been eating ice cream every day (and I’m lactose intolerant) so I completely blame it on the ice cream except for the fact that I’ve had two Oreo Cheesequake Blizzards from Dairy Queen so I can’t be too upset.

So in light of my own stifled poetic creativity I have decided to call upon an old favorite Langston Hughes’ A Dream Deferred. It was probably one of the first poems I ever memorized and it still evokes a vivid sense of accomplishment in me. After reading it, I always feel that I need to work more, try to accomplish more.

Hope you all enjoy!

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?

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