the yellow wallpaper

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?

So change is inevitable then . I sense that my transformation will be complete when i wake up one day and my anger will be gone and replaced with a feeling of quiet surrender  . Fate . It makes sense i understand fully but understanding doesn’t make it easier . What now,  fate ? What will happen tomorrow and after tomorrow or next year ? What will i do and what will be done to me and what will happen around me . Nothing like a jolt of reality to put everything into perspective . Now .Will i be unhappy in the months to come ? Obviously . Will i become weaker than i am now . Weaker ? Is there anything weaker than this ? Should i wish for the quiet surrender ? Why not . It’s inevitable .Why am i so different ? It’s going to happen to me just like it happened to the dead people walking i see everyday .Dreams hah .They’re just not for us .