my pen is still

My pen is still
Motionless upon this page
Inside feeling ill
All emotions in a rage

Unsure of how I feel
So many things on my mind
Tired, down I kneel
In sleep I leave it all behind

But once I wake all remain
Unable to move this pen
Swarming thoughts in my brain
A lonely page this has been

Now I take up my quill
Lines of ink paint this paper
In my heart I find my will
All uncertainty gone like vapor

Clear are my thoughts
Calm become my emotions
Well it all has wrought
Again I regain my notions