
ELEGY
Dear Sylvia,
You exist, your pain lives in the souls of many.
Your soul lives in mine, I’ll carry it to new heights. Your life perception, hurt, suffering slithered boldly into mine.
I feel your long lingering pain in each word. Each verse read, dunking me deeper into you. Immersing me in your potential give not a bit of disappointment, all that breathes is gushing hope.
I will exist where you wouldn’t, survive when you couldn’t.
Take depression by its hair and conquer the immensity of the world in your image. Rein in the choice and love by standards without oppression.
Dearest Sylvia, you need to be free.
From the sloppy heavy sorrow of the heart. Free of hardships of mind. The turmoil of past pain and, the weight of the future. Your importance will move forward though your body is long deserted.
We stand to bloom where you ceased. Working to hold you close. I work each word to blend into your soul. I fell deep in your atmosphere of steam and, dream.
I will walk with you as long as you’ll stay. Your cumulative insanity fueling my creation. Your low mental state intoxicates the lingering need within. I write with your soul combined with mine.
Thank you for your strength to detail your fears. Thank you for the thirty years you gave us.
Thank you for your twisted soul,
Yours in madness,
Bridie ❤
Written in honour of Sylvia Plath.
Freedom is not of use to those who do not know how to employ it.
— Sylvia Plath






