Kind of Like Sylvia: Part 1
On occasion I feel like Sylvia Plath
The tortured poet who
During her tumultuous life
Never knew lasting bliss
Who never experienced true love
That was ever lasting
It seems she was only destined
To taste a miniscule bite
Of the delights she treasured
Everything she accumulated
Eventually disappeared
As if it was never hers
To begin with
Like a library book
That she was expected to return
By a certain date
Through death she lost her Father's love
At such a youthful age
When she needed the security
That only a Daddy can bring
After all, Fathers shape
Their daughters view of men
For years to come
As seemed to be the case in Sylvia's life
For when she met
A fellow poet, Ted Hughes
Who with whom she
Would enjoy temporary marital bliss
She experienced emotional ecstasy
That she never even imagined
Could exist between two people
Their creativity in their poetic
Works of art brought them together
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