Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken winged bird
That cannot fly
-Langston Hughes
Is a dream worth dreaming if it never comes true?
Are wings worth having, if you never fly?
Is it worth it to live, when we all die?
Is a story worth telling if nobody listens?
Is it worth it to know, if there is nothing you can do?
And if we fail, why bother to try?
Like a feather falling on the ground,
Like a raindrop in the leaves,
Like a song that’s lost to wind and pain
Like a bird with broken wings.
Tell me why, oh, tell me why.
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*applause* for sticking with it, Isabelle! All your poems thus far have resonated with me … given me pause to think and feel. Brava!
Thank you so much, Donna! ^^ I’m so glad to hear you’ve enjoyed my poems!! It’s been really fun writing them as well! Hope you’re doing well! Thanks for reading! 🙂
Beautiful
Thank you!! ^^