imprisoned wisdom

High pitched noise
piercing             familiar
Comforting but now I have a headache
A giant pressure
                  just above my eyes
My head trying to give birth
                                            a new Athena
shoving exhaling wondering
her way out of my body
But my skull remains hard and solid
      and the goddess of wisdom
shal just have to reain inside
awhile longer
I am the one who chooses
to split my head

This poem was written while I was in college, probably junior year.