Hold fast to dreams, For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams, For when dreams go Life is a barren field Frozen with snow-Langston Hughes
I woke up this morning with a heavy heart that I won’t be able to live my dream to spend my days writing. It literally made me want to cry (and it doesn’t help the weather is gray outside this Monday morning), because I have debated over the past few years on whether to even give up writing period. Writing brings me peace and I can write for hours with no compensation. The problem is that I get so caught up, I neglect my current income, which pays the bills (and sister girl has to eat). And lately, I have been getting overwhelmed and hardly any sleep trying to get words on paper and fulfill my other obligations.
As my Monday continued it actually didn’t get better and for a moment I wanted to fall apart, but then a peace came over me and this poem by the late great Langston Hughes popped in my head. I have to have faith that no matter what, somehow everything will work out and everything will fall into place. I can’t live my life in fear though there have been times I most defintely have and it is not a good way to feel. I have to believe that whatever dreams I may have will and in some instances have already come true.
I have no other option but to write, like love it is what sustains me and gives me energy. It is what makes my rainy day sunny. If I can’t do it, I become less of who I am and I can’t afford to be anyone but me…