I saw a fig tree the other day 
And was immediately reminded of the Plath analogy 
How once the figs are ripe, you must choose one at the expense of others 
Implying that by choosing one, the others must die 
I thought of my future vocation 

I was known by a nation tucked away 
In quiet inconspicuous circumstances 
The elephant in the room
But today I think of this analogy differently 
I went over and over how one must not have only one vocation in life, surely there are several lifetimes in one? 
How the torment this tree provokes in Plath's mind, is not necessarily confirmed in the lives of others with certainty.
I think of it in terms of beauty now that I have acknowledged my own
One can be beautiful; not at the expense of others.
How one can stand in unity with the absent brevity of femininity.
The quiet willingness to accept that others can be ethereal without being tarnished by others' jealousy 
So now I shall always acknowledge beauty, without forgetting my own
As my mental state improves, as my legacy solidifies 

I've won the prize of love in eternity.
For it was you, and always you who has brought me back to life 
My one true love, I'll echo our affection without abnegation. For love is supposed to be celebrated and indulged in. 
My twin flame, they won't maim us further.

This time and forever 
So no, Plath wasn't entirely right about the decaying nature of the fig tree
For the figs may fall, but the tree will always replenish itself, twice annually 
Which is enough for me.