What Remains – Christine E. Ray

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

© 2018 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All Rights Reserved

2 thoughts on “What Remains – Christine E. Ray

  1. Consider the quiet volcano
    Calmed and cooled at the surface
    But deep below
    Fire waits
    Magma flows
    So too with pain inflicted
    With injustice, personal and social
    With dis-ease unearned
    The rage is not anesthetized
    It does not sleep
    Nor should it


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