When writing winks

At the stroke of midnight

I feel an urge to
Lift the pen and write

As it is the catharsis,
and more
It is the lullaby
To the seeker's soul

Silent emotions
Find room in
Pages' leaves,
Storing ideas on
every theme.

Legacy of mankind
Is stashed in manuscripts
Revolutions aided
Tremendously
Through ink

Words hold power
To make or break
A person,
lighten the situation
That was going to worsen

Vent to worries
Stress at bay,
Take my words as I say -
Writing them down
Will let you alleviate

As the pundits profess
Either write something
Worth reading
Or do something worth writing
Let no human being
Disrupt the idea of your living

Grab a pen
Begin to comprehend
life is the canvas
Your dreams; your atlas

You be the writer
Materializing lucid imaginations
on paper
And you are there
At skyscraper

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