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.
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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.
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Meredith Gibraltar writes a personal poem about her subconscious. Slowly I heal.
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!
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Meredith Gibraltar writes a poem about her inner demons.
You raised your ugly head again.
My inner demons.
I innocently thought to talk to just one of you.
But talking made it worse.
I know you fear more than me.
But no one is after us. I am safe.
It’s been 50 years since it happened.
No one cares anymore.
No one but you! And you are frightened!
But we are safe.
He is not interested in us.
We are safe!
Heal, baby, heal.
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Meredith Gibraltar writes a poem about anxiety. Cheers!
You crept up on me.
I was anxious I knew.
I didn’t know it was that bad.
It piled up. Anxiety upon anxiety. Subtley! Quietly!
Then the wave broke. I crashed and wept!
I sat still. Hoping that it would pass.
I sat still. Afraid to move.
My subconscious laughed!
I sat still and rode the storm!
I sat still and survived!
World Poetry Day is March 21 and was established by UNESCO. Which is the United Nations Educational, Scientific and Cultural Organization. Cheers!
Poetry unites all of humanity. It bridges cultural gaps and unifies all of us. Therefore the UN has chosen today as World Poetry Day.
Being a poet, this is an important day for me. I smile. Yes, I am a poet. I write often of my anxiety and depression, always with a positive note since I am a positive person. Today I write about the words that express my feelings and about my anxiety …
Words, so beautiful and powerful.
Words that express the depths of my soul.
That expose the long gash of my pain.
Of my struggle.
Of my blackness of soul.
What gives me anxiety?
A childhood trauma that I have forgotten.
But my body remembers.
Remembers all to well the violation of my soul.
So words are my weapon.
I expose the enemy.
That dark black of my soul.
That tainted mass.
But alas! It wasn’t my fault.
It was his. The evil in my life.
My babysitter. The evil blight.
I stand strong.
I stand. I will prevail.
I will not become my illness.
I will become who I have decided to be.
I have decided to be strong. A woman alone.
Surrounded by love.
I stand, a woman. Strong!
Meredith Gibraltar writes a poem about a friend. This person helped her with something she was passionate about and yet they are both so fragile. Cheers!
I valued your opinion.
So I listened.
Yet I worry for you.
You have shared that sometimes it’s all too much.
Now I worry for you that even I can be too much.
There is always another answer.
Always somewhere else you can live.
Someone else who can be your friend.
I value your opinion.
I value you as a friend.
Be safe. Be smart.
Don’t give in.
Always keep fighting!