Sometimes you call me your memory.
I am the reservoir into which you toss anything
Your heart or mind chooses to deposit there.
I work night and day, I never rest, and nothing can impede my activity.
The thoughts you send to me are categorised and filed,
And my filing system never fails.
I am truly your servant who does your bidding without
Hesitation or criticism.
I co-operate when you tell me you are “this” or “that”
And I play it back as you gave it, I am most agreeable.
Since I do not think, argue, judge, analyse, question,
Or make decisions, I accept impressions easily.
I am going to ask you to sort out what you send me, however; my files
Are getting a little cluttered and confused.
I mean please discard
Those things that you do not want returned to you.
What is my name? Oh I thought you knew!
I am your subconscious.
By Margaret E. White
