Happy 4th of July!

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Meredith Gibraltar wishes all of her American friends a Happy 4th of July.  Safe travels and good company to you all.

I had a depressing day today.  But I spent about two hours writing Walk with Danger so I am happy with that.  That was in the morning.  The afternoon was hard on me.  I should have listened to Chopin.  I am trying to rest.  It is hard for me.  Never stop fighting!


photo credit:  Stephanie McCabie on Unsplash.


The dance of life…a poem.

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Meredith Gibraltar writes a poem about the dance of life…Cheers!


Life is a dance.
So don’t dance unless you are sure.
Live life to the fullest.
Be sure.
And dance!

The dilemma … a poem.

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Meredith Gibraltar writes a poem about her personal dilemma.  Cheers!


I have a dilemma,
a personal dilemma.
I love a good dominant,
but he is controlled by evil.
Controlled in his mind.
I love him but how do I help him?
I allow a stronger good dominant
to help him.  One I trust more.
This stronger one believes in and trusts God.
Slowly I heal.


Photo by Gabriel Matula on Unsplash


The Strength of Spirit…a poem.

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Meredith Gibraltar writes a poem about the strength of spirit.  She is getting help from her conscious mind and it’s fantasies.  Like Jung.  Cheers!

A spirit is strong if it can stand to watch people suffering.
It holds itself back and watches with a tear.
But it knows that God and good friends are helping.
It sheds a tear but never lets it fall.
For a spirit is in a tear.
Do not cry, my love.
For I am here.
Hold your tears and cry later.
Free yourself and cry now.
Cry my love, cry.
It heals.  I love you.

Photo by Tom Holmes on Unsplash

My subconscious…a personal poem.

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Meredith Gibraltar writes a personal poem about her subconscious.  Slowly I heal.

My subconscious.
I love you!  Please heal with my words.
You have tried to tell me for so long.
I know now that I was raped.
My subconscious, I know this.
I will work with my therapist to help you heal.
Heal, my subconscious, heal.
You need to rest.
I need to meditate or do yoga.  Or listen to music.
Heal, my subconscious, heal!


Photo by chuttersnap on Unsplash

Conflict and Love…a poem.

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Meredith Gibraltar writes a poem about conflict and love.  It is a personal poem.  Cheers!

Love is beautiful and healing.
It’s soft words soothe my tattered soul.
But when there is more than one thought about love, there is conflict.
Which thought dominates.
Which thought is the one that I should follow.
When there is conflict, I fear.
I fear that evil has crept into my mind.
But I know the thought that I love.
The thought of him.
The good one that I adore.
The thought of him soothes my soul.