the man-made chemicals
that surge through my blood
bind firmly to neurotransmitters
& smooth rough edges
erase a little more of me
each day
joy dissolves a fragrant mist
into the air I exhale
sadness a gentle stream of water
running harmlessly
between my fingers
but the rage?
the rage
always
remains
© 2018 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All Rights Reserved
Brave & Reckless 
I wonder, when Job was healed of his undeserved afflictions and losses, was he still a bit pissed off about it all. I hope so.
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Me too!
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Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
Christine Ray – Not every feeling is stifled.
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This is like a vivid kick to the chest — in a good way.
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Thank you so much Sarah!
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Oh Christine, I feel the same way. Bipolar fucking sucks! Best of luck, I will keep you in my thoughts. These damned meds are the worst!
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Thanks Allie! My hand always itches to slap people who say, “but aren’t there meds for that?!” If only it were so easy . . .
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Wow, this is sublime and brilliant.
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Thank you Henna! I literally have not written in poetry in months but this burst to the surface today. I guess truth always does. . .
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It does, and it tends to make the best poems, as shown here!
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I think I know where your at –
Chemical intervention a likely option
But to succumb to such a need
Would again require an opening
For Stigmatism to tattoo its brand
On another victim in an unwelcoming world
Great work, stay strong ❤️
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