# Intuition Poem by astaldo ELVEN

My heart told me that I shouldn’t go
It’s an intuition, and always, I trusted it
But my mom just didn’t trust it though
And I could sense trouble befalling me.

True enough, as I had expected
Disaster stuck the moment I got out
I fell on mud and soiled my shirt
All dirty, I looked and her and sulked.

“It’s nothing, it’ll all be over, ” she said
Of course it was easy of her to say
Because deep down I knew it hadn’t ended
There was more to come in my way.

This time it was for real, no joke
Predicted, unavoidable accident
In which crimson blood I choked out
And I felt as if I was dying any moment.

I was getting breathless, extremely worn out
“Mom, I told you. Look at me now…”
But she insisted, “Nonsense! This has
Nothing to do with sixth sense or whatsoever.”

She hurt me so, she hadn’t cared, nor trusted
Bleeding from the injury was nothing
Compared to the emotional wound inflicted
Which would scar my heart for life.

I thank God for letting me live through
And learn that my mother thought nothing of it
And I thought, “One day, history will repeat itself
But I may not be lucky enough to escape death again.”