I was stranded. On this small boat called life. With two dogs, one puppy and a lion. The lion was mine. He could have me all he wanted. But that was NOT the problem. The catch was this: The doggies had adopted me. I couldn’t abandon them. They had asked me not to. I was sure I did not want to. Then this lion gripped my heart with the familiar cold steely fear. Then I was not so sure. The fear of losing what I had never dreamed of had me a sucker. A winner, maybe, someday I’ll see….
One doggy died. In spirit. But isn’t the effect painfully similar?
One doggy was smart enough to find another warm pole. Hole.
But I fear not for the doggies. I fear for the puppy. Hope he grew up.
I have the lioness’ share of everything now. I should be happy. I am….

Reading, unreading and some more reading...

I've now read the book 3 times. Cover to cover. I just can't seem to put it down. Sylvia Plath manages to get into your head....and she stays there

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So the silence is shattered by faith...