Prayer Is Key Poem by Ima Ryma

So many words I have to say,
To speak whatever's on my mind.
I think, I speak, I do not pray,
And often find my world unkind.
Not getting my way in the past
Does fill my mind with resentment.
And my mind goes to anger fast,
When in the now I'm not content.
And for the future I think fear
That I will not have what I want.
In my mind I let thoughts appear,
And then my words come back to haunt.

If more a prayer I would be,
My locked up mind could find a key.