For my Creative Writing class we were told to do a essay called "My Voice." In it, we were to describe what we thought of ourselves in our own style. I ended up going more in depth with it. I was feeling especially poetic this day, so I figured I'd post this.
What if we were consciously aware of our subconscious, and could convince our bodies that the conscious mind was in control of our subconscious thoughts. Could we be more in control of bodily functions? I entertain the thought in this poem. Enjoy
This was for my Creative Writing class in school, we had to write an ode to something. I had a mind block so I decided to write a poem about what I was wearing around my neck; a piece of sea glass my boyfriend gave to me before he went to college!