Ode to the unconscious

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That bubbling cauldron of all things past

That press upon all things present

Things I don’t know that I don’t know

Things that know me better than I know myself

The me hidden from me

The unknown known

That drives my every thought

My every emotion

My every defense

The unreachable saboteur

Who strikes a pose

In every picture of my life

And chains me to my past

The unforgettable memory

That I can’t quite remember

That I can’t see

I can’t grasp

Yet winds around

My soul

The me I don’t know


Donna L Roberts, PhD (Psych Pstuff)

Writer and university professor researching the human condition, generational studies, human and animal rights, and the intersection of art and psychology