A breathtaking and essential poem from Roberta Writes

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…
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