I regurgitate what my mind ponders upon 

Tearing down thoughts into bits and words

The gestation period is over

The water is finally broken

The process cannot be stopped now

The words have waited too long 

Now they pour out like rain

Flowing ever freely 

Bringing thoughts to reality

I will nurture my babies

I will nourish them with more books

I will put them down carefully 

I have birthed a poet 

An irrevocably beautiful process