A Dream Deferred
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 wonder if the same can be said of a love deferred….a love that was never given the chance to be, a love never given the opportunity to have a life, a story, memories…a past…a future.
Can that love be recycled? Can you give a love reserved for one person to someone else? And how long of a wait period is given?
Does it swell up inside your heart? Does it cut your breathes in half at the thought of a renewal, a second chance?
What do you make of it? How do you begin to accept defeat and forget it? How do you keep from massaging the wound?
Can loving another medicate the pain. Or does it sit there forever, coating the linings of your heart…embedded forever, like a leftover sticky residue, never to be removed.