Writers Block

So much to say

But the words are stuck

My brain knows how to formulat sentences but only my heart knows how to write down emotions

But it can't concentrate on artistic beating when anxiety is taking my breath away.

Stopped.

Can't function under these conditions.

Unwritten poems of mental break downs

Dripping into my stomach.

Bones heavy with weight of unspoken feelings

Guilt

Shame

Stupidity

Doubt

The list is drowning

Up to my ears

A pen waiting for response

Exhale

Maybe tomorrow.