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Ok, are we all here because we want to be and are interested? You have been forewarned.
You know the way sometimes you’re in a relationship, (whether that be with a partner or even just a friend), and you’re suspicious of it? Basically, your brain isn’t fully committed, and its judgment is clouded by your heart.
Your intuition will try to warn you. In a romantic relationship, you might ignore these because you don’t want to be alone. Maybe you’ll change your mind and have those babies in the future?
Not for me, it’s not fair on you, or the other person. I knew I couldn’t continue with one of my relationships because he wanted it all. Marriage, loads of kids, the works. What did I want? Independence, freedom to pursue my dreams, and a life without children of my own. I was terribly sad when I ended that relationship, and I felt awful for weeks. (Your first major breakup is always the worst). I did genuinely love this person at the time.
Except there can be happy endings. (Well they’re not endings because we’re only in our late 20s so, they’re more like midways). Anyways, now I have a wonderful partner who has the same outlook on children as I do and supports me pursuing my career. Also, my ex is now happily married. What more could you ask for?
I had another relationship where I didn’t feel valued or truly loved and trust me you need to get out of those. You deserve nothing but the best.
Basically, I want to show you how your intuition will manifest your subconsciousness in strange ways. Here are two of my poems. The first was written in 2009 when I wasn’t sure of my relationship. The second was written in 2018 when I have no doubts. The difference (apart from a little improvement stylistically) is the conscious differentiation between doubt and conviction.
I’m not sure where it’s agreeable,
To make your life plan,
Don’t forget, you won’t regret,
If you have a score on a stand.
Won’t you look at us now,
Cross that bridge, when we come down.
Tied to a plan, you didn’t lay out,
And you’ve lost all you’re crayons from the early hours.
Who knows when the rain clouds will be,
Over my chalk image,
There’s no escape, bright red tape,
Safer to be in my small village.
I can’t chase your plans,
My own are too shy,
I’d like to consider yours,
Before I die.
It is sturdy, reliable, fresh,
Every inch of this flesh,
Finally, I’ve surrendered,
Wave a white flag,
Then green, then blue.
It is borne of earth,
Protects and nurtures,
Warm in its understanding.
The fire, the air, is caged,
Locked safely away,
Ready for the intimate.
My heart is full,
The smile, knees, noses,
Lilting music and rhythm.
Water is still and deep,
Ancient in its task,
We repeat the curves.
Remember the magnetism,
Distant and constant,
Ready again, the souls.
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