The canary in a coalmine
Smells what we cannot see
Sometimes its instinct tells it
How the day is going to be
Our feathered friend has info
Knows something big is up
Doesn’t need divination
Or tea leaves in a cup
The canary predicts the future
Feels what we cannot feel
This bird had intuition
Doesn’t need a lucky wheel
We don’t know what’s ahead
We just deal with the facts
We fall off the perch
And straight on to our backs
The canary at least knows
It has no real need to fear
It’s spidery senses tell it
When death is drawing near
We got through most our life
Not seeing the danger sign
If only we could be more like
The canary in the coalmine.
Things In My Head 
Beautifully expressed.
Those of us who suffer abuse as children are taught, in effect, to ignore our instincts. We are blinded to the signs of danger, often drawn to those who would harm us simply because they evoke a memory of when we were harmed in the past.
Canaries saved countless lives in the coal mines, giving their own lives in the process. With effort, we can resurrect our inner canary and put safe boundaries back in place. But we have to listen for that inner voice, respond to that sense of danger when we experience it.
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Anna, thank you so much for your comment. You’re absolutely right, those of us who have suffered abuse ignore instincts and have problems with boundaries because they have been violated from the get go and we don’t feel we have the right to protect or set natural healthy boundaries.
I love the idea of the inner canary putting those boundaries in place. I didn’t think of that when I was writing it, maybe it was subconscious. I see that now. Thank you for that valuable insight.
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