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Birth
The muse strikes like birth pangs.
A confused stare, a hazy outline
Of an idea.
The limb moves back and forth
You feel yourself pushing and you can't stop.
Not even your body will let you, it continually moves
Swaying, the idea inside gasping for life
Clawing out of you, you feel it crowning
PUSH PUSH PUSH PUSH
It's out. It speaks.
It lives.
It's everything and nothing like you
Expected. A disappointment at first, then deeply satisfying.
IT'S HERE!
YOU ARE IT'S CREATOR!
IT LIVES!
The Birth of A Poem
The LaMaze method "PUSH, BREATH BREATH BREATH, PUSH!" The more stanzas, the longer the labor :D Enjoyed this one. ~allets~