poetry

“My Gut” Poem of the Day (2022)

My Gut

By Ashley O’Hare

When I trust my gut,

They call me a fool.

How could I follow a sixth sense

Blindly like a complete and utter tool?

Sometimes we cannot explain everything—

Try as we might.

We cannot describe our feelings,

So we fight and we fight and we fight.

If I did not trust myself,

I would be driven insane.

Blind faith or not,

I need to know more than my own name.

Whether they believe me or not,

I have stopped caring.

Maybe I do take the easy way out—

I never claimed to be daring.

Go on and laugh if you want,

But my gut has never been wrong.

You’ll understand one day;

The truth comes out all day long.

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