I’m refreshing a meaningful piece I first wrote in July of 2019—a time when I was surrounded by a kind of ugliness I couldn’t comprehend. It wasn’t just directed at me, but at my kids, and no matter how hard I fought against it, I was fighting alone. Like so many of my posts from that season, I wrote to grieve, to process, and to reach out. Writing has always been my refuge, the one thing I can count on, and for that, I thank God every day.

Now, as I revisit these words, I find they still hold weight. Bullies still exist, and mean girls—yes, even in my 40s—are ever-present. But here’s the truth: we still have the choice to be better. And sometimes, the the kindest, strongest thing we can do is walking away. SK

The Weight of Choice | A Simple Choice

We hold the power, every day,
To bring someone joy or strip it away.
A beacon of light in the darkest space,
Or the shadow that haunts, the fear they face.

A cruel remark, a careless shove,
Or a simple act of hope and love.
The bully’s sneer, the whispered doubt,
Or the hand that pulls them from the drought.

Choices cut deeper than we see,
They build, they break, they set souls free.
So choose with care—don’t be blind,
The life you ruin may be your own, in time.

SK-

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