Sylvia Plath
I want to be like Sylvia Plath
A talented writer
Someone to be admired
As she read her work
Spending time in the darkness
Writing more and more
Still, her mind saw the beauty of the world
Each of her poems showed the woman
The person she was inside
Someone hidden by the torment of her last years
She knew when she wrote her last words
She knew the moment when it was right to give up
Four hundred of her children survived that moment
You can still find them if you look
A modern master who died way too soon
Sylvia Plath will be remembered for the way she lived
All of the four hundred plus poems she wrote
The way she died
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