Apprehensions

There is this white wall, above which the sky creates itself-
Infinite, green, utterly untouchable.
Angels swim in it, and the stars, in indifference also.
They are my medium.
The sun dissolves on this wall, bleeding its lights.

A grey wall now, clawed and bloody.
Is there no way out of the mind?
Steps at my back spiral into a well.
There are no trees or birds in this world,
There is only sourness.

This red wall winces continually:
A red fist, opening and closing,
Two grey, papery bags-
This is what i am made of, this, and a terror
Of being wheeled off under crosses and rain of pieties.

On a black wall, unidentifiable birds
Swivel their heads and cry.
There is no talk of immorality amoun these!
Cold blanks approach us:
They move in a hurry.

by Sylvia Plath

Comments (15)

I like very much Ana! ! !
'I am who I am, not just anyone to fit in I refuse to fit the mold and take the easy route Tenacity and endurance is what I hold Because a strong woman, I am' Very well crafted lines, and a very powerful poem.. Thank you for sharing.
And more power to you, girlfriend! Thank you for bearing the strength of a woman into this poem, women are strong creatures, their endurance in life is unmatched, and their spirit is what makes the world go round! And from one woman to another, you wrote a wonderful poem... Many thanks, Lee
Ana - There is no price that can be put on the 'little things' we do every day for those we love. Some people can't understand the inner strength it takes. Never worry about other's opinions, only focus on how many ways you can continue to show your love, with and without words. Lovely poem - xxxCheryl
Great poem, very passionate, it has a certain energy and feel to it. I can defintly say I have been through this too... but in the end, it's the ppl who really know you, the ones who deserve your care, love and attention! Hugs, and thank you for the beautiful comment you left :) Never stop writing! Your friend, Elya Thorn
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