Ms. Plath, Your Darkness Has Brought Me Light.

My influencer is one of volatile desire

Not too quick to step out of line of fire

A figure plagued with complex sorrow

Likely not to see tomorrow

It’s not the poems she wrote that drew my fancy

A single novel, “The Bell Jar,” entranced me

A progressive tale, young girl with a dream

Torn to shreds by mental illness and low self-esteem

A personal life theory I’ve developed from this novel

From one passage particular, I’m about to unravel

Under a fig tree she lay, each fruit bears a future

Fueled with indecision, becomes her own abuser

She thought eating one fig meant leaving the rest

From her fate, the mindset difficult to acquiesce 

But light is found within this dark fatality

Her words the clay has molded my own analogy

An aspiring scientist, I’m outside the comfort zone

Lyric design has not been built into this backbone

Embracing new experiences as my friend

And to Plath I wish I could transcend

That tasting multiple figs is sweeter in the end