A Woman Like Sylvia
A Woman Like Sylvia
She and I are not the same
But similar.
Grew up with the complexities of life
From a young age.
She was in the past
While I was nowhere in existence.
On her journey
She exhibited literary prowess early on
Walked gracefully on the floor of Smith College
By winning a scholarship in the 1950s.
On the other hand,
I lived two lifetimes' maybe.
Knowing or unknowing her,
Her liberation,
Her depression,
Her house is in Venus,
And the tragic end.
She loved poetry and stories
I was born with the spirit of ink
And tangled with the Bell Jar along the way.
There would be no other
"Lady Lazarus"
"Ariel" or
"Daddy" in
creation
But there is a woman like Sylvia.