Out of Pretty Words

I'm running out of pretty words,

To express my salient thoughts,

Writing it as a simple line?

Or the artistry that charms the reader?

I'm wondering if I'm making progress,

Through this paper in these hands,

Is my mind a peaceful place?

Or this rioting is a cause for concern?

I think I should stop here,

As my fears may take over,

Yet what if it fear leaves and courage sets,

That stiff upper lip to bear all things,

Consider all things and create a path,

I wonder if it is covered in these pretty words,

In my quest to be a brilliant writer.