Instinct
I am never without my instincts.
My natural womanly possession that
guides me through this life.
I carry them with me everywhere,
locked up tight with no key.
When the world saps my energy,
clouding my creativity and decisions,
I close my eyes and take one minute
to ask my gut.
The answer comes and I am
never sorry.
I've been lead out of danger and
carried to love.
I've followed my dreams.
It is only when I doubt
that I find myself in trouble.
When I fumble through darkness
I am led to the light.
When I feel I am drowning,
I listen to my heart and am able to
breath under water.
I surface again.
( For the I Carry Me contest)
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