Sleepless Scribbles Poem

All sleepless nights, the world asleep, My hand is a ready pen, secrets to keep. Under my pillow, it lies with grace, A pen that never sleeps, my thoughts embrace.

In shadows and whispers, I find my might, This pen is my weapon, my solace in fright. When loneliness beckons and darkness descends, With ink as my armor, the solitude bends. Writing, a journey, a spiritual flight, It brings forth the dawn from the depths of the night. Each stroke a reflection, a spark of the soul, My gift of inspiration, my heart’s steady toll.

I weave my dreams into words on the page, An unspoken story, a life’s quiet stage. In joy, I inscribe the light in my heart, In sorrow, I channel the shadows apart.

I write when I'm happy, in laughter I flow,I write when I'm down, letting feelings bestow. When hope starts to falter and doubts fill the air,I write, I release, I lay my soul bare.

So let the night linger, let silence remain,With pen poised and ready, I welcome the rain.For in every heartbeat, in every soft sigh, I find my voice rising, my spirit will fly.