Im going to have to drop my drawing class. Im so crushed. I feel like a part of me just died.
I just keep picturing myself when I was eight years old and drawing Disney characters. I wanted to be an animator when I grew up. And my parents used to tell me I could do anything I set my mind to. As long as I worked hard enough at it…….
I’ve been waiting four years to get back to classes.
But swollen joints, elbow contractures, and shaky hand are not conducive to achieving this particular dream of mine.
I was just so angry at the world today. I usually have a good outlook on life and my illness. But today I’m angry. Today I’m crushed. Today I am so very very tired of dealing with this illness. I cried a lot today.
I feel like I’ve been robbed.
A Dream Deffered:
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?