Self-Control

I've often lost a piece of me.

It's always so very hard to keep.

I say something I didn't mean.

Forgetting about "look before you leap".

The stormy words coming rushing out!

I say what I am thinking,

I yell it with an angry shout.

But once it's said, I feel ashamed,

I should have held my tongue.

Sometimes the song of anger

Is one that should not be sung.

I'm miserable the rest of the day

As I hide my guilty face.

For forgiveness from those I hurt, I pray,

And hope that it's offered to me.

To keep what I've lost is my daily goal

What have I lost?

My Self-Control.