Maybe I am different

I know in me have afraid that we have fear in the world,
I was worried, which meant my thoughts were fearful,
I realised then it was negative thoughts that make fear and afraid,
I tried my best to be a good thought, and I affirmed the exact words,
Over and over, over and over, over and over, the exact repeat,
You only choose to feed which one should you offer,
Happy or sad, smile or serious, jealous or no jealous,
Fear or fearless, every side of emotions should you choose only one,
I know it is hard, but the thoughts, I mad, determine “The Miracle.”
The Miracle, the Miracle, the Miracle,
If I say the words in my mind, our Holy Creator, our LORD,
The Miracle Creator, the LORD, is ours, not thine, or mine
Sound a safety to me, only to me, oh, maybe I am different.

©️ Ismael Mansoor

Published by This Engrained Heart

I am a Deaf male, and I write what comes my mind. I have been creatively writing since 2010, and from there has been growing my excitement and passionate for my poetry and writing.

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