Poem: Labor

I stare and stare
And slowly the words
Dance in my head

The blank page my canvas
The keyboard my
Paint brush

Traveling from my mind
Down to my fingers
And slowly forming

For days and days
The words will
Dance in my head
Spin around
As I chase them
Trying to catch
Them as they run by

Sometimes it feels like
Giving birth
My mind in labor
The pain
Of pulling out the
Words and phrases

But finally a poem
Is born
Like a child onto the world
I being the proud parent
Showcasing it with its
Siblings, for all to read