Writer’s Block

I try
to write,
but all of my words are knotted up inside of me and I can’t untangle them.

Big
knots.

My anger is a knot and my loss is a knot and my memories are knots, knots, knots.
I remember you and I remember how I felt
but I can’t tie that together.

I feel my bloodstream, neurons, bones and veins, but my words stop
breathing somewhere between my brain and my heart.