A simple fig

“I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn’t make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant loosing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

I read the words,

Those she spoke in her mind to the world

so long ago

before she was gone

and I fear that I understand the truth

of the dream, the fear she holds.

She speaks the words of want,

Overwhelmed by abundance,

of ultimately not deciding

from fear,

and for some reasons her words make me sad.

To feel that way,

to reach out

yet pull back unsure

indecision the hardest cut

as she starves wondering which

is the one to pluck,

and which shall be the chosen one,

deeper words reminiscent of a movie

that sparked fear when I was young,

Sophie’s Choice ,

in the depths of war to have to choose

between one or another,

I hate choice therefore

I chose something as opposed to nothing,

I reach out and hold it in my hands

appreciative for the chance

to have it all.

16 thoughts on “A simple fig

  1. I hate choices too. I want all figs. Now you are a teacher.;) I always wanted to read her works, but, somehow, I never did. Hope I’ll find the time to fix that omission. Sophie’s Choice – very moving film. Beautiful poem, my friend.

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  2. What a lovely piece of writing. I have always wanted to read her work. But for some reason have stayed away. I think sometimes I can relate to her thinking, I know that I can and it makes me a bit afraid which is silly. Your writing is stunning.

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  3. Great post! Makes me think that often it’s better to make a decision and choose something even if it’s not the best choice, rather than making no choice at all.

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  4. Thank you, this quote just gives me chills, I can see what she felt, not feeling the same of course, but exploring more on other writers from yesteryear:)

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