Birth

Birth

I can feel the poems

Some are like angst and depression

Some are like joy and peace

Some the words flow like the winds

Some refuse release

 

I think those are the best ones

The ones  that stay locked in the womb

Awaiting just the right moment to be birthed

Crying, gasping for air

Blinded by the sudden light

Covered in blood and sweat and tears

 

Those are the best ones

 

The ones I cannot write

The ones that I must feel

And continue feeling deep in my spirit

Until I can take no more

 

Writing has been compared to chore

But I see it as much, much more

I see it as a new life beginning

Birth

7 Comments Add yours

  1. Sakshi says:

    Stellar 👏👏 👏

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      1. Sakshi says:

        My pleasure 😊

        Liked by 1 person

  2. Very much like your idea of poems waiting to be born into light, of all shades, meaning both hope and change. Something still inside and not resignation.

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