Coming Out of Exile
By a mad miracle I go intact Among the common rout Thronging sidewalk, street, And bickering shops: Nobody blinks a lid, gapes, Or cries that this raw flesh Reeks of the butcher’s cleaver… -Sylvia Plath, from “Street Song” My heart breaks as I read this. My heart breaks for Sylvia Plath, for me, for anyone who has ever exiled their pain. This … Read More Coming Out of Exile