Instincts
In an instant would you know,
if your instincts are the way to go?
Making a move could cause a landslide,
yet standing still could be the split-second
that takes a mans life.
Fear may grip us, holding us back while the
adrenaline rushes to provoke an attack.
It's a judgment call upon a razors edge, feel
the sharpness intertwined with dread. A threat
is made with vicious intent, in mere seconds a
loved one could be dead.
Our instincts are built in for a reason, like a defence
against reasoning, called upon in that instant when
you freeze up.
Giving you the ability and strength to seize the moment,
step up and abruptly diminish fear.
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