I meant to write a poem yesterday, but I have been having difficulty with language lately. I have all these things to say, but it's like the words are wrong and we formed speech improperly. Instead I will you a poem by someone who uses language quite well. My favorite part is:

"...I only wanted
To lie with my hands turned up and be utterly empty.
How free it is, you have no idea how free ----
The peacefulness is so big it dazes you,
And it asks nothing..."

I realize coming from Plath, it sounds like suicide, but Plath understands far more than just death.