Intuition
What’s not done,
And what’s not said.
Just as important,
as what is.
My gut was right,
but I didn’t listen.
I didn’t listen to myself,
Didn’t listen to advice given.
The lil voice in my head was right.
Knew it all along too.
But I argued with him,
Didn’t want the truth to be true.
And now here I am looking back,
And contemplating.
Why didn’t I listen?
Why did I think,
I knew more than my intuition?
5/6/2018
Kale Brereton
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