I am an American writer who writes poetry in English.
But other than that, I'm a human, too. A human who has recently fallen under what may be the worst case of writer's block ever. Only single lines come to mind, and though single lines can sound more poetic than epics, and though someone's personality can be spoken of in a single phrase volumes more than a poem about their feelings, a single line of thought is not a poem.
Which is sad, really.
Most recent phrase to leap into my mind?
"And suddenly, acceptance."