Writer's Block!

I hate writer's block.
I have writer's block.
It sucks.

I texted myself a poem today and i guess I'll post it. Even though since I have writer's block (did I mention i hate writer's block?), it sucks.

I climb trees and pretend to be a bird so I can fly.
I want to fly higher than any angel in God's army
So I can see your born again face.
Days like these remind me of when you told me to look to the skies
They hold more than just clouds and stars and birds.
You said that God could see us from the sky.
"Never stop looking up." you told me.
So on days like these when the sun shines through the snow clouds
And the whole sky glows like white fire
I look up.