Kind of Like Sylvia: Part 1

On occasion I feel like Sylvia Plath The tortured poet who During her tumultuous life Never knew lasting bliss Who never experienced true love That was ever lasting It seems she was only destined To taste a miniscule bite Of the delights she treasured Everything she accumulated Eventually disappeared As if it was never hers To begin with Like a library book That she was expected to return By a certain date Through death she lost her Father's love At such a youthful age When she needed the security That only a Daddy can bring After all, Fathers shape Their daughters view of men For years to come As seemed to be the case in Sylvia's life For when she met A fellow poet, Ted Hughes Who with whom she Would enjoy temporary marital bliss She experienced emotional ecstasy That she never even imagined Could exist between two people Their creativity in their poetic Works of art brought them together