Seneca said: No great genius was given without any mixture of madness. Madness, and within it are the melancholic, the paranoid, the eccentric, the misfit and other "marginalized" at the edge of society, has starred in many of the most fruitful episodes of Art History, and has stigmatized many artists and marked their own understanding and acceptance of their work. As I told you in your previous delivery, Sylvia Plat's life is still a sample of the degree of suffering, but also of an artist's genius. I would like to leave here two verses from the poem Edge , which paints the image of a woman and her children in death, considered as the last poem written by Plath and some consider it more like a suicide note:

The feet seem to be saying:
We've come so far, it's over.

Thank you for this series, @honeydue. I am looking forward to the next installment.