This Langston Hughes poem has been running through my mind a lot lately. One of my biggest childhood dreams slowly died a few years ago and it has taken awhile for the loss to really sink in. But as it has, and the tears have fallen, I have been reminded that I have to keep dreaming, even if it opens me up to the possibility of more hurt. That one dream has passed and died, which I guess just means it is time to replace it with a new one, and hold fast.
Dreams
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
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