Often I think to myself, “Should I stay or should I go?” Can I stand tall or hold myself together at all? The constant pressure leaves a shaky soul. Every step creaks and threatens to shatter all. Hold it together. HOLD IT TOGETHER! Maybe repeated words would make it better. I am torn between two. To stay and cool the heat with grace, or let my pain drive me far away. Often I wish to run and never look back. Yet chains hold me fast. Stuck, a crippling word that makes you a slave. So, I have to continue to be brave. Pretending to be at the round table, Even though I know I am not able.

R.D .Jess

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Hi, I am R.D. Jess. I am a christian writer and postpartum doula. My relationship with my God is not a religion but a state of who I am. I love being there for others and find that writing the hard truth is the best way to make people feel less alone.

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