Confession to Myself


My subconscious brain is wiser

than my thinking brain, it seems

My hidden brain advisor

watches as my conscious streams


It steers me very subtly

Avoiding some disasters

Of which I’m half-aware

among the conscious brain’s distracters


My inside brain’s my friend

Although it causes mixed emotions

when a “love” poem that I’ve written

fails completely as a potion


Somehow it slips things in my verse

revealing what’s inside

The truth my conscious brain avoids

The inside brain won’t hide


Be still, my brain, and look within

Listen to your inside friend.