Taken from the film Sylvia Plath, Tree of Life is like a female description of the affects of PFS on one’s own life. Haunting!
Sometimes I dream of a tree,
And the tree is my life.
One branch is the man I shall marry
And the leaves are my children.
Another branch is my future as a writer
And each leaf is a poem.
Another branch is a glittering academic career.
But as I sit there, trying to choose,
The leaves begin to turn brown and blow away
Until the tree is absolutely bare.