i
don’t
wanna
do it

i don’t
want
to morning pages

i don’t
want to write
this morning

i don’t
want to be forced
or force myself to be
creative
fake inspiring
inspired
by the cold outside
(or inside for that matter)
by my sleepy eyes
or exhausted brain
or heart that has yet to gain
any sort of strength
(they say the heart is a muscle
but how do you exercise it
to be more open
more loving
more child-like
more you?)

i
don’t
wanna do
anything

so instead
i’m writing
about the feeling
and hoping
you’ll understand
too