I have two brains,
one housed in bone,
the other in nest of gut.
There are times they
cooperate, agree,
but when they don’t
I’m left to decide
which one I trust.
My brain loves
me to take a seat
in overthink, parade
scenarios, insist
superiority, argues
logic should guide
every decision.
But my gut, my intuition,
my premonition, my compass
in what to do, avoid, give,
and deny has wisdom I don’t ignore.
My gut has been sending a lot
of messages these days.
The one in my skull is attempting
patience, but its bullishness
doesn’t care for overriding
so, there are days I suffer its petulance.
©Susie Clevenger 2025
NaPoWriMo Day 17
I so understand this poem. Our two voices, the head and the intuition, at odds. I so love your closing line.
ReplyDeleteIntuition if it is strong...must be heeded. Tis often a struggle with the head.
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