Every day I hear
the voice of truth
even when they
would tell me

it is only
the sound of the wind,
try to convince me
that I was going mad.

Every day I hear
the voice of truth,
but they claim
it could not be so.

Because anything true
would never waste a moment
on a worthless
being like me

Every day I rise
to speak with God
despite their efforts
to tell me

that God
does not hear me,
to have me believe
I am invisible.

As God shows me my strengths
and their frailties,
everyday I walk into
a world of possibilities.


Janet Cormier is a painter, writes prose and poetry, and performs comedy. Janet prefers different and original over pretty. She loves collecting stuff, but cleaning not so much. Janet also talks to strangers. A lot. Her column appears weekly on Oddball Magazine.