Below is the poem entitled I Will Not be Plath which was written by poet
Cahill. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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Winter buries deep with virgin snows
Lands white as the frozen
Skies cradling the edges of the earth
As it spins around their lives-
Cracked coffee cups,
Emptied as the conversation ceases,
Her smile suspended.
As he tries to caress her chapped fingers
she withdraws, and a door opens
And the wind says goodbye