An Artist's Soul Poem

All this time that I have been searching


I have always known that I have a deep, dark soul;


An Artist through and through,


One without any clue.



When I think about Sylvia Plath, she seems the same as me.


She had the same kinds of feelings; never tame, always free.


But I didn't have a life like her;


Mine had always been simple and secure


Unlike my soul that can't be stilled,


That is just a part of my being that can't be filled.



It has kept this hold on me and keeps me from


Any normalcy. What you perceive


Of me you don't truly know.


You do not have this artist's flow.



I know that I am so for a reason


I am waiting for the right time


When by whole soul will be bared


And my everything will be shared.


Maybe perhaps, you will know me


And when I die everyone will agree


That I had an artist's soul throughout


Though no one knew what I was all about.

Sylvia Plath

A True Artist of Words
A True Artist of Words | Source

Sylvia Reading Her Poetry

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