‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge Week #13 Entries Part 6) by Roberta Eaton Cheadle @RobertaEaton17 #IARTG #ASMSG #WritingCommunity

Hello everyone and a warm welcome to PART 6)  of the entries for my weekly: “Fiction in A Flash Challenge” Week #13. Today I’m featuring a contribution from Roberta Eaton Cheadle
Last week I set the following Challenge:

Hello everyone and welcome to my new “Fiction in A Flash Challenge!” Each week I’ll be featuring an image and inviting you to write a Flash Fiction or Non-Fiction piece inspired by that image in any format and genre of your choosing.  Maximum word count: 750 words.

Here is the image prompt.

Contribution … THE KEY – A POEM by Roberta Eaton Cheadle.


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

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22 thoughts on “‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge Week #13 Entries Part 6) by Roberta Eaton Cheadle @RobertaEaton17 #IARTG #ASMSG #WritingCommunity

  1. It happens, Robbie.All the fear, anxiety, and stress that invaded our mind, it’s not easy to fix. It’s true to take years and chips away a little at a time for the healing to take place. Great job on this poem and great use of the prompt. 🙂

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      1. I know, Robbie. I used to be conscientious of people’s expectations – people from family, work place, and social circles. I cared about keeping my work close to perfect. When I sent in an annual government application, I neglected to change the date because I did it so many times and didn’t do with fresh eyes, the superintendent called (because it needed her signature) and told me. I felt bad for a long time for not meeting my own standard. I tried to keep all the relationship smooth without needing to amend.

        The cancer changed my life and perspective. I just have to let go of all the effort. People say crisis can tell friends from foes. Most of the people at work were not friends because they only watched out for their own interest.

        The friends I have now are friends of 30+ years and I can only count on these people.

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