Dreams


In high school I wanted to be a politician or a lawyer because I sought justice for all people.

As I grew older and began my life journey, I saw those roles differently – in a negative way.  I then decided I wanted to help people be strong internally so they could use their voices and defend themselves.  I wanted to motivate people.

Meanwhile, I needed someone to help me stay on track.  I had so many personal pain points that my dreams of helping others started to dry up like a raisin in the sun as Langston Hughes mentions in his poem.

Langston Hughes’ “Harlem – 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?

Today,  I realize my dream did not explode. It was just put on hold.  

What about you?

Author: Davina "Dee" Lyons

Davina Lyons is a Speaker, Educator, and Life Transformation Strategist who has a heart to serve women who lack the plan or confidence to WALK in their PURPOSE.

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