My mind took control,
and it took a toll,
since I was young,
with nothing to grasp on.
These old poems show,
what my thought process told,
and it's something I'll never outgrow.
Now i'm older,
Now I know,
How different my brain is from those.
Do I wish things were different,
do I wish I was stronger,
for that,
I really don't know.
But now I know,
How to help others grow,
and my efforts will show.
Hopefully,
this will be my last poem told.
Sylvia
