Instinct

You are loaded with expectations I cannot meet.

Were it not for you, I would not know that I should know better.

I would not know that I should know at all.

I long for questions to roll lightly from my tongue and run playfully in my mind.

Not lodge in my throat like large chunks of unbuttered bread. No tea to wash them down.

I long for patience.

Patience to accept that answers must ripen before they may fall. Patience in the place of torment.

Torment caused by indecision, transition, outcomes pending.

Always. Seeking. Answers. Please. Come to me.

I long for Basic Instinct. Gut Instinct. Mother’s Instinct.

Instead, I calculate, articulate, gesticulate, and hesitate.

Every move. Every thought. Every word. Every breath wrought with judgment. Every judgment wrought with judgment.

Instinct, you are relentless in your absence.

Trust you, they say, but I was raised to never trust a stranger.

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By | 2017-08-07T14:50:40+00:00 June 6th, 2017|16 Comments

16 Comments

  1. Caitlin @RogersPartyof5 June 29, 2017 at 4:06 pm - Reply

    Beautifully written! You have a true gift for words 🙂

    • THE WORDY MOM June 29, 2017 at 9:24 pm - Reply

      Much appreciated Caitlin.

  2. Elizabeth Voyles June 29, 2017 at 4:36 pm - Reply

    Trusting your gut is usually good advice, but sometimes there is nothing there. Or it’s so buried under anxiety, fear, or information overload you can’t read your own mind. Beautifully worded poetry.

    • THE WORDY MOM June 29, 2017 at 9:23 pm - Reply

      And a most thoughtful and beautifully worded reply. Thanks, Elizabeth.

  3. Shannon | Mom Without Labels June 29, 2017 at 11:24 pm - Reply

    This is beautiful and there are definitely times I can relate!

    • THE WORDY MOM June 30, 2017 at 1:07 pm - Reply

      So glad it resonated with you, Shannon.

  4. RM June 30, 2017 at 1:38 am - Reply

    Your poetry is beautiful…. You say the things so many of us can not express…

    • THE WORDY MOM June 30, 2017 at 1:05 pm - Reply

      Thank you so much. This is the first poem I’ve ever written. I wrote it a few years ago. Glad to say I finally feel in better touch with my instinct but it still escapes me from time to time.

  5. Katie June 30, 2017 at 2:44 am - Reply

    Such deep, thoughtful words. Sometimes if you just don’t know, you have to have faith.

    • THE WORDY MOM June 30, 2017 at 1:05 pm - Reply

      Yes, you’re right Katie. When you can’t trust your instinct, just trust the universe to lead you in the right direction. And that I do.

  6. Jasmine Hewitt June 30, 2017 at 7:55 am - Reply

    beautifully written!

    • THE WORDY MOM June 30, 2017 at 1:04 pm - Reply

      Thank you so much, Jasmine.

  7. Our Irish Family June 30, 2017 at 9:03 am - Reply

    Patience is a quality that I unfortunately lack. This poem seems to engage with me a lot this week. Thank you for sharing your beautiful words.

    • THE WORDY MOM June 30, 2017 at 1:04 pm - Reply

      I’m glad it had something to offer you, Karen. Thanks for reading and for your kind words.

  8. Andrew August 27, 2017 at 5:34 pm - Reply

    That was brilliant.

    • THE WORDY MOM August 28, 2017 at 6:59 am - Reply

      Thanks. Glad you enjoyed x

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