Instinct Poem by Leigh Ladd

Our instinct has a way,
Of telling us what to do,
But for some unknown reason,
We rarely listen to what it has to say.

It's like when you're at the edge of the cliff,
Ready to take the leap,
Instinct tells you that you could die,
But there is always the 'what if? '.

Or knowing this is where you should stay,
At home is where the heart is.
Instead you go out wandering,
Finding another to be along your side and lay.

It could be that for months you've been in pain,
In the beginning you thought you should see a doctor,
You could have been saved but now it's too late,
For on the way to see him you got hit by a train.

Then there is when your child is in trouble miles and miles away,
You know you should hop on the next plane out,
But you think again and say they will be alright,
Then tragedy strikes to your horrible dismay.

We need to listen to the voices,
That tell us to stop and think,
They are the loudest for a reason,
If only it wasn't for all of the choices.