what i know to be true

in another life
I would
have put up a shingle
outside the clapboard
house i'd probably be in.
poor as poor can be.
but telling the future
and knowing
so much when lightning
would strike, I could
see and know for certain
what others could
not see. come in and sit.
look me in the eyes. give
me a minute or two.
it's not a hunch or a guess.
it's the left hand
of God
pushing me towards what's
true. why do they even
bother lying to me?
it's scary at times
and I fight it, but I must
do what I must do.