Premonition, not prediction
Hush, no need to get loud
We can’t trust what hasn’t happened
Until it happens
Then it happens
And my intuition preens
Validation for its palpitations
I knew what I thought I knew
If I only knew what I want to know
Will the ground give out beneath my feet
Or am I flinching at shadows
One more step forwards
When I get still and quiet
I hear him, we wait for one another
Conviction or delusion
It’s a leap of faith
With Love,
Natalie