An epic battle (1)

Preparing to write-

My fingers flex like little boxers

making their way to

the ring, bouncing up and

down on the balls of

their tiny feet, stretching

and swigging water.

In the opposite corner

my brain reclines,

languishing like a pro, confident

in it’s electrical superiority.

The bell chimes, and

the fight begins.

I stare at my computer screen,

sipping coffee,

trying to write.

A slagging match presumes;

where will the words remain?

Locked up safely in my brain

or pulled out and into the

real world

by the fingers?!

I tap my fingers, and scratch

my head;

only partially aware

of the epic mental battle

taking place

upstairs.

 

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