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
Stay/Go
Renewed Dream 