Writer's Block--Version Two

I want to write.

Not like I'm writing now--in prose--but in poetry:

In short phrases and descriptive language and words to reflect the scattered thoughts that are in my heart, mind, and soul.

When I feel this overwhelmed--for whatever reason--I want to write in little pieces that reflect the chaos inside me, not in eloquent sentences that tie everything together with perfect ease and sense.

Some days are too disjointed to make sense.

Life and theology and passion and to-do lists doesn't always fit together.

So maybe there are times when words don't either.

Maybe this is writer's block.

Or maybe it's a call to silence.