Realization

I’m reading The Bell Jar for the first time and am finding myself really getting into it. I feel somewhat like a forensic scientist, trying to navigate through the experiences Sylvia Plath describes in the book, trying to find the path that led to her mental illness. I find myself doing two things: believing she swam to the depths of her own sadness (she said she’d not been truly happy since the age of nine, before her father died) and dissecting things she thought and did because they seem like something I could do. I’m halfway through the book and still feel like I don’t quite understand why she ended up committing suicide. I guess some things aren’t meant to be understood, just felt.

So, I took a break from reading to compose the poem for day five of National Poetry Month. Enjoy!

Realization

She asked

why

the caged

bird

sang,

thinking

the answer

would be

so

profound

no words

could

give voice

to

the truth.

I said

the cage

was

never

closed.

He sat

perched

beside

hope

and

let it die.

He���d

always

been

free,

just never

wanted

to be.

Peace & Love,

Rosalind

P.S. What have you done today to move you closer to realizing your dream? Nothing? Don’t fret. There’s still time (nearly ten hours left to this day). Do something that moves you closer to where you want to be. Because if you wait until the perfect moment comes along, you may be waiting forever.