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
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