The Red Boots

I have red faux croc boots, which need re-heeling.

I have two flights of stairs, the walls of which need painting.

I have pile after pile of documents which need filing.

I have a coat rail that needs hanging.

I have conservatory windows that need cleaning.

You’d think that they’d be begging for my attention, but they’re not.

Write something - say the red boots.

Write something - say the stair walls.

Write something - say the documents.

Write something - says the coat rail.

Writs something - say the windows.

I pick up the pen, have it poised in my hands for hours that seems like days…

I let it fall away….

I have nothing left to say.