Just No


self-declared “expert”

no md after his famous name

says that he knows my psyche

better than I know it myself

his condescending words

drip off the screen

leaving a grimy ooze in its wake





he calls me

I didn’t need him to write

that he had never walked in my Doc Martins

because if he had

he would know that it takes

guts of fire

spine of steel

bionic knees

teeth that can spit nails

to fight your way back out

after you have fallen into the Pit of Despair

looked into the abyss while it looks back

whispering  your name like a lover

stood at the 13th floor window

and thought how easy it would be to walk out

the opposite of depressed is not happy

the opposite of depressed is being able to take a deep breath

that doesn’t cut your lungs to shreds

its caring that you showered this week and put on clean underwear

its thinking you can survive another day without having to exercising every ounce of your will

its deciding that maybe its okay to make plans for three months down the road

survival is the path of the warrior

watch who you are calling “weak” little man


© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All rights Reserved


11 thoughts on “Just No

  1. It’s not the same but something about what you wrote after what he said. I went with friends to a brand new karaoke place. Most of the singers who got up there were not bad per se maybe average. Then a woman got up there and belted out songs that could have made her a contender on any of these talent shows. What I noticed as the evening wore on were the comments several of the guys were sniping her with. The first time, she walked over and got in the guy’s face with the mike and shut him down. As other comments came to try to knock this fantastic singer out of her comfort zone, it became clear that they didn’t like how well she sang because it highlighted their weaknesses. As I read what you wrote, the same feeling is coming to mind. Don’t let any sleaze punk rain on your parade. You got this.


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