The Labor of Thought

Through the forest of doubt

the path to clarity is paved

For the darkness of confusion

Ignites the torch of wisdom

By torturous labor pangs

Destiny of peace is reached

 

Yet like suffering of childbearing

When realizing the fruit produced

All pain seems worthwhile

 

But sometimes I feel

I’ve conceived a tiny thought

Slowly developed into idea

I then carried and nurtured it

Suffered nausea and morning sickness

Sleepless nights tossing and turning

And then,

I given birth to a stillborn