If I write about Writer’s Block, do I really have Writer’s Block?

I ponder and ponder
About all the wonders of the world
Yet nothing comes to mind
But silence
Terrifying, numbing silence
All my mind's thoughts
All the contemplation and questions
Disappear as if they never existed

Did the moon tides make our journey rough
Or was it the sun burning our foreheads
Or the thirst of time
Nipping at our throats
Yearning for a story
To spill from our lips

Was it the drought that dried up my thoughts
Or the fear of love that numbed my tongue
Or the world tipping on its axis
That spilled my tears down the universe