Introduction
Well, yikes… I do remember writing this—and honestly, I still think it’s pretty good. It’s also pretty true. There’s a lot I’ve shared on here, and if you dig deep enough, you might just find a few hidden secrets to unravel. It’s been a bumpy ride. My life.
Looking back, I’d say the last six months have been some of the best… and that’s what makes it even harder now, knowing those days are fading. Things aren’t exactly sunshine and roses at the moment, but cloudy days don’t last forever.
When I wrote these words back in 2019, I remember thinking, this was a long time coming—and, truth be told, it still is. These are demons that should’ve been fought by someone else, and yet here we are… me and mine, still in the battle. As if I don’t already have my own bags to carry, I’ve apparently picked up a few extras along the way. Sigh.
Some people truly believe the world revolves around them. They wear fake kindness like a mask, a scheme to get ahead—playing both sides. Oh yes, I remember exactly where my head and heart were when I wrote this.
But since then, a few things have changed. For one, I’m writing more and spending more time in my Bible—and that always helps. Giving it all up to God, trusting Jesus in the midst of uncertainty—it takes the sting out of fear and anxiety. No matter what others say or do, nothing can come between Jesus and me. Nothing.
The second thing—something I’m working on right now—is gratitude. Life feels uncomfortable and isolating for me and the kids lately. It’s lonely. And in moments like this, I have to dig deeper. Deeper into the things I can be thankful for. Because when I show up with an open and grateful heart, everything shifts. I start to see even the hard situations in a softer light. I find hope again.
I know this introduction might feel a little different from the poem you’re about to read, but it’s connected. The world can be harsh. People can be cruel. But that’s not Jesus. And when I remember Him—when I lean in—it all changes. It’s not easy. Letting go of the lies, the isolation, the hurt… that’s hard. But I trust. And slowly, I’m better.
I’m so, so thankful I gave it all to God. Because His plan? It’s always better than mine. I think I know, but the truth is—I know nothing, and I am nothing without Him.
—Skelly 💛
You wouldn’t last a day.
In My Shoes
It’s easy to take my inventory
From where you stand,
With your clear view,
Your polished perspective.
But the ground looks different
From where I walk.
How quickly we forget
Our own buried secrets,
Yet you scrutinize mine
Like an open book.
You don’t know my reasons,
The why behind the what.
Not a chance you’d last a day—
In my shoes.
Try a month.
Hell, try a few years.
I’ve fought battles longer
Than you’ve held conversations,
Walked through fire
That would turn you to ash.
How easy it must be
To look down, smug,
Passing judgment
On a life you’ve never lived.
Have you survived my nights?
Made my choices?
Faced the unthinkable
And come out breathing?
I could run circles around you.
Even on my weakest day—
Bruised, broken, crawling—
I would outlast you.
You wouldn’t even know
Where to start.
So, for heaven’s sake,
Have some class.
Mind your manners.
Know your place.
Because one thing is certain—
You are not built
For my path,
My weight,
My war.
What made me strong
It would shatter you.
What keeps me up at night
It would be your undoing.
If you don’t know,
Then, be silent.
Your fairy tale is just that—
A story.
In my shoes,
We deal with real…
I’d love to hear your story. Share your thoughts in the comments, or simply let me know you were here. 💛 Subscribe to the blog to stay connected with more raw reflections, real-life faith, and poetry from the trenches. We’re in this together.
SK-
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