Lady Lazarus

Lady Lazarus

BY SYLVIA PLATH

I have done it again.

One year in every ten

I manage it——

A sort of walking miracle, my skin

Bright as a Nazi lampshade,

My right foot

A paperweight,

My face a featureless, fine

Jew linen.

Peel off the napkin

O my enemy.

Do I terrify?——

The nose, the eye pits, the full set of teeth?

The sour breath

Will vanish in a day.

Soon, soon the flesh

The grave cave ate will be

At home on me

And I a smiling woman.

I am only thirty.

And like the cat I have nine times to die.

This is Number Three.

What a trash

To annihilate each decade.

What a million filaments.

The peanut-crunching crowd

Shoves in to see

Them unwrap me hand and foot——

The big strip tease.

Gentlemen, ladies

These are my hands

My knees.

I may be skin and bone,

Nevertheless, I am the same, identical woman.

The first time it happened I was ten.

It was an accident.

The second time I meant

To last it out and not come back at all.

I rocked shut

As a seashell.

They had to call and call

And pick the worms off me like sticky pearls.

Dying

Is an art, like everything else.

I do it exceptionally well.

I do it so it feels like hell.

I do it so it feels real.

I guess you could say I’ve a call.

It’s easy enough to do it in a cell.

It’s easy enough to do it and stay put.

It’s the theatrical

Comeback in broad day

To the same place, the same face, the same brute

Amused shout:

‘A miracle!’

That knocks me out.

There is a charge

For the eyeing of my scars, there is a charge

For the hearing of my heart——

It really goes.

And there is a charge, a very large charge

For a word or a touch

Or a bit of blood

Or a piece of my hair or my clothes.

So, so, Herr Doktor.

So, Herr Enemy.

I am your opus,

I am your valuable,

The pure gold baby

That melts to a shriek.

I turn and burn.

Do not think I underestimate your great concern.

Ash, ash—

You poke and stir.

Flesh, bone, there is nothing there——

A cake of soap,

A wedding ring,

A gold filling.

Herr God, Herr Lucifer

Beware

Beware.

Out of the ash

I rise with my red hair

And I eat men like air.

This Is My Calling

Begging for a break

A place to get away from all this

But I’m going to show my face

I’m going to show my insides

The treasures inside aren’t worth hiding

The flesh outside isn’t worth flaunting

I’m going to wait on the heavens

I’m going to pursue my calling

With the fire in my soul that hasn’t been extinguished

♡Saschia

Blueprints From Heaven

She gathered the love notes

the sporadic ones

the demanded ones

she gathered her books

her sorrows and her understandings

and she left

She began to build her ark

the blueprint laid out from above

she stacked her self-love

and internal conversations

she’s had with heavenly hosts

layer by layer

This will help her bare the storm

This will get her through

 

❤ Saschia

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Be Like Noah

My Values

I understand

And if I don’t because I’ve never been there I hear you

I hear your pain

And your reasons

I will take time to think what it must be like

I will because I have to

I have to because that feeling of not being understood

That feeling of being the one no one wants one your team

I know it

I lived it

And I hope to God that I never make someone feel like I felt when I was so alone

And if I have I’m so so sorry

♡Saschia

It’s Dark Out There

The world needs someone like you

The work you’re doing on yourself

Doesn’t go unnoticed

It’s dark out there

It’s cold

But your light, even when it’s dim

Matters

It’s more than you think

It’s more than just a beacon

It’s an island

A shelter in the storm

It’s a rainbow a cupcake

It gets us through one more day

That’s why

The world needs someone like you

♡Saschia