"As I Grew Older" - Langston Hughes

 

 

 

It was a long time ago.

I have almost forgotten my dream.
But it was there then,
In front of me,
Bright like a sun—
My dream.
And then the wall rose,
Rose slowly,
Slowly,
Between me and my dream.
Rose until it touched the sky—
The wall.
Shadow.
I am black.

I lie down in the shadow.
No longer the light of my dream before me,
Above me.
Only the thick wall.
Only the shadow.
My hands!
My dark hands!
Break through the wall!
Find my dream!
Help me to shatter this darkness,
To smash this night,
To break this shadow
Into a thousand lights of sun,
Into a thousand whirling dreams
Of sun!

 

Langston Hughes

 

 

 

Comments

[Cameron]

Beautiful and dark (No poetic pun intended, but apropos.). Built by my very own hand. Now, what am I willing to do about it?