Writers Block

I have this tendency. When I stress out or whenever I just feel down to write it all out. Poetry, my one soul outlet. Tonight creeps in, discussions have aroused and now I sit here with questions, or doubts, misunderstandings and the weight of more than my own problems on my hand. I can’t write. I want nothing more than to write, but this time I can’t. Writers block, in the face of my problems. I can’t write a solution to save my own sanity. I feel like I have something to say and I so want to be herd but the words don’t seem to come out. It’s like screaming with no noise, I hope Jesus can here me still. I’m relying on him, I am glad I am in good hands.