My Soul Wants to Stay Awake, Writing

My soul wants to stay awake, writing.

Night has more than fallen.

I am one of the few who is up at this hour.

But sleep has yet to find me; I fear it never will

until I release my inner thoughts.

I've had this one line caught in my head.

“My soul wants to stay awake, writing.”

Writing what exactly, I don't know.

It will most likely be a conglomerate of incoherence.

All I can do is let the words fall onto the page.

The light from my laptop blinds and shocks me.

My tired eyes are suddenly filled with illuminations.

My soul wants to stay awake, writing.

Never have I felt more alive.

My deep state of not knowing has come to an end.

The words at first come slowly, until I cannot control them.

My fingers dance around the keyboard

and like a classical pianist, I compose this melody.

My soul wants to stay awake, writing

the arrangement of 26 letters that could very well define me.

Pressure is not present.

Every time my insecurities threaten to stop me in my tracks,

I remind myself that I can edit this tomorrow.

Nothing stands between me and my flourishing soul,

the soul that wants to stay awake, writing.