the high priestess

there is a small voice
inside you
that grows day by day.

she whispers your name,
louder and stronger
each time.

she tells you,
“i can show you
all you want to know.
you only need to open
the doors for me.”

you ask,
“what is it that you have
to show me?”

she says,
“only the simple truth.
there is only one way.”

you ask,
“what is it?”

she answers,
“trust in yourself.
you have all the answers
you need within you.”

whenever i think of all the times
i should have listened
to my intuition but didn’t,
a part of me twists with sadness.

how much heartbreak could
i have been spared if i hadn’t
ignored that churning feeling
in my stomach.

how many tears would
never have fallen if i had
done the hard thing and said no,
or walked away.

so i listen to my intuition now
for the girl who didn’t.
whose scars i now bear.
whose grief i now carry.