My mother says, Satan is giving me ideas now.

and my father says, “that was pretty good.”

I dream up things that aren’t real

and I feel things

maybe, nobody else can feel

My sister says, “you’re too sensitive.”

and maybe she’s right.

My brother-in-law doesn’t say anything

perhaps that’s best

and I keep going

because I don’t have a choice

I must believe in things

greater than I am.