Some called it intuition, sixth sense, a hunch, a feeling, my grandmother calls it gut feelings, but no matter the name, I always listen to it and pays attention. That feeling that’s crawling between your soul and your bones, it’s always trying to warn you, to tell you something is not right. Often times we ignore it and ended up paying the consequences.
This poem speaks of the truth of not listening to your gut feelings.
These walls no longer
This house without
Your warm smile
No longer feels like home
A broken link
A body without hands
You were the epicenter
Of my world
A beautiful disaster
I saw coming
But couldn’t turn
This poem along with many more can be found in my book Sackcloth & Silk.
Available now on Amazon and Barnes & Noble
Do you listen to your intuition or your gut feelings?
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Until next time