Jumble

by sugarcoatedprincess

I never could before control my wording.
My sentences were a mess of letters.
Some still are, but I try hard in ordering.

The main problem, that I still find,
Causing me such ache of tongue,
Is the control of my self-mind.

Fact: my mind is all a jumble,
Because of that, I am kept down,
Not depressed, but greatly humble.

I realise that if a thought is got,
Then that means it has been given.
Given by whom? Given through what?

I have faith that my answer is correct,
But having read and considered many,
It is difficult to tell someone direct.

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