In shadows deep, her voice did rise,
A tale of pain, of silent cries.
Through penned words, she sought the light,
In ink and paper, found her fight.
Her life a canvas, smeared with strife,
Yet in those strokes, the strength of life.
A broken world, she dared to see,
Her verses bold, her spirit free.
Sylvia, the muse of feminist breath,
With every line, defied her death.
Her legacy, a beacon bright,
In every heart, she fuels the fight.
Through storms of doubt, her truth was clear,
A woman’s voice, she made us hear.
In her we find, our strength anew,
Sylvia Plath, we honor you.