"Fake Snow"

Winter is almost over and now we have to deal with this fake snow. Which is really another name for white rain. Rain comes in many forms. A huge metaphor, rain is often symbolized as sadness or depression. Lately, I have been dealing with rain. Personal rain and personal demons. And I have become some what lost. Lost in just where my place is in life and lost as to what my purpose is. I think of all that I have acheived and all that I have dreamed, and it's nothing close to what I perceived I deserved. And while I try to count my blessings, there is a drive still burning in my heart and soul. All I ever wanted to do was create and some how all of that got lost. Lost in a world of materialism and outer appearences. Where is the little girl that was so content in her own world? Where is the young woman who never let anyone in her inner circle and creative imagination? What happened to the imagination. The imagination that use to burn and explode with crazy and ecletic ideas? And all I can think of is that poem by Langston Hughes. To those of you that forgot, it was called " A Dream Deferred."