To Sylvia Plath Poem by Gert Strydom

You had awaken with a burning flame
trying to keep a small universe in your hands
while you turned your eyes to the almighty Father

with words that are unquenchable on paper
you thought about pain, exhaustion.
You had awaken with a burning flame,

to people that did not regard your words
you wanted to give life with all its blemishes,
while you turned your eyes to the almighty Father

until you could not go on anymore
when your courage, your life force started to diminish.
You had awaken with a burning flame,

where you tried to set the fire ablaze again
with nothing further to hold on to
while you turned your eyes to the almighty Father,

you turned your hands to your own life
and it was gone, had vaporise like dew;
you had awaken with a burning flame
while you turned your eyes to the almighty Father.