Intuition

[alonso ramoran]

Intuition
 
Find yourself little one. No one will tell you how to do it The pep is not really doing it for me.
Rise like troubled, angry waves Spice it up here. Angry waves are cliche homie.
Precipitate down, soak the cracks beneath the ground which you trodded. Trod is already a past participle verb of "tread". -ed is not needed. Maybe another verb?
 
Climb the roots little one. Fibers stretching, pulling, grasping You can convey much more without listing verbs out if you get just a bit more creative.
Fill the prints, familiar and lonely I like your imagery of "filling prints", but please expand on that image! You follow it with "familiar and lonely" which is a bit generic. Edit- The following line says "Regain your footing", and connecting that to filling in prints, the idea is pretty cool.
Regain your footing now, shoulders back and down, smile and pretend. 
 
Seek the trees little one. Look to their leaves, learn from their trunks
Embrace, wrap their wrinkles
Solace awaits you here, tearing apart your future, benign and stupid and cushy. I don't think that "and" is needed there.
 
Is it too hard little one? Everyone is tired; who are you to stop?
Collect yourself, pack up
A ship can move your body, a woman can move your soul. I like the contrast here.

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Edit One:

Intuition.
 
Find yourself, little one. No one will tell you how to do it
Rise like troubled, angry waves
Precipitate down, soak cracks 'neath marks you've made.
 
Climb the roots, little one. Fibers stretch, pull, grasp
Fill the prints, familiar and lonely
Regain your footing, shoulders back and down, smile and pretend.
 
Seek the trees, little one. Look to their leaves, learn from their trunks
Embrace, wrap their wrinkles
Solace awaits you here – halting your progress – benign and cushy.
 
Is it too hard, little one? Everyone is tired, who are you to stop?
Collect yourself, pack up
A ship can move your body, a woman can move your soul.

Knowing this is a seemingly important phrase repeated through the poem, "little one" feels like a patronizing name to call the reader; reading it out loud just makes me feel uncomfortable. The words of encouragement leading up to "little one" are fine. Other gripes with the poem is that it's vocabulary, as well as imagery, is pretty generic, and it ends rather abruptly, which, if it was to be an abrupt ending, I don't know what for. The ending I actually adore now. I read through it as another metaphor with an idealized loved one in it, but this loved one is actually what the poem is about. Also, the "little one" seems to be climbing roots before he sought the trees, which is kind of weird. Needs work. Minor tweaks needed.