A Subconscious Life Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Reaching skyward, leaning back, looking and scanning
heaven's byways.

Sequestered thoughts quietly piling themselves on
shelves interiorly, where prying eyes can't see or
steal them.

Soulfully discarding feelings of anger, frustration
and hate, turning towards feelings of innate
specialness.

Tokens and promises piled on thick, unable to stay
upright, instead toppling over.

Lasting impressions pressed into pathways and networks
of neurons, connecting images and memories without our
realizing any of it consciously.

Life constantly pivots and turns, keeping itself
focused while we go on living it subconsciously.