No key – a poem


There is no key

Secret or otherwise

To unlock a mind

That has gone awry

Stretched to breaking point

By three wretched visitors

Stress, the spirit suppressor

Anxiety, the spirit disabler

Fear, the spirit destroyer

There’s no front door

No easy access

You need to delve

Take the time to explore

To test and experiment

Following the clues

Traveling the paths

Half formed and rutted

With your tiny hammer to hand

Built of unconditional love

You must chip away

At the filters and barriers

Unraveling the maze

Breaking down the walls

Removing the debris

It could take months

Or even years

There is no way of measuring

Its unfathomable presence

You have to persist

Until you find your way in

And the healing can begin

By Roberta Eaton Cheadle

I haven’t written any poetry for months. The spirit just has not moved me so I was pleased when the idea for this poem popped into my head in response to this photo.

Written for Fiction in a Flash Challenge hosted by Suzanne Burke. You can join in here:

92 thoughts on “No key – a poem

  1. You speak so eloquently for all who have lost some parts of their sanity.
    I like how you named these spirits:

    “Stress, the spirit suppressor
    Anxiety, the spirit disabler
    Fear, the spirit destroyer”

    May that little hammer we carry have all the strength needed to tackle those invisible barriers.

    ~Looking forward for a short term get-a-way next month. Other than that… pretty much the same old wash 🙂

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    1. Thank you, Jules. I am glad this poem resonates with you. Dealing with mental illness and extreme anxiety does take a lot of patience and resilience too. I hope you have a lovely get away. I am hoping we can go away for a few days in September.

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    1. Hi Jim, yes, I remember that clearly as I listened to that book this time last year while we drove around Scotland. His patience was also eventually rewarded although he should never have been imprisoned in the first place.


  2. Thanks so much for taking part in my challenge, Robbie. This poem strikes a chord in so many of us. I’ll be featuring it with great pleasure later today on the Challenge site. Thanks again! 😊

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  3. The only one true key is,
    The one that unlocks the mouth,
    Frees the vibe that skulks inside
    Seeks the scrabble Unties the knot
    That prevents a tongue from speaking.

    Worth waiting for Robbie.

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  4. Thank you for this insightful poem. Having worked as a therapist for 30 years, I have found this to be true. Recovery and healing is usually a process of steps. It helps to have that reminder, especially with those we love.

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  5. Sometimes thoughts come organized and sometimes words are simply wrappers for feelings. This was on3 if those feelings moments looking for a way out. So much for organization ruling the creative subconscious, huh? I must confess when I saw the first line in the reader it reminded me of an old naughty Confucius say joke, though!

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  6. Great poem, Robbie. I’m struggling with those nasty three at the moment. Seems like every time I beat them back into submission, they rally their strength and come back worse than ever. Just have to keep at it I guess 🙂

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