The Credits

Time held its breath before it started looping in my mind,

Like the slow rise of an Eastwood film,

Spinning stories of heroes and villains.

Telling myself that I wouldn’t survive till the credits—

Is it a slap in the face

To a God who knew

He would save me?

Maybe I was wrong

About the story I kept holding.

Maybe all this time

He saw the pieces slowly unfolding.

All the fear I wrote in stone

Was never meant to define me.

’Cause the God who knew the end

Was always right beside me.

I walked through shadows thinking they defined me,

Every doubt replayed in the reels of my mind.

But every false hero, every whispered lie,

Only led me closer to the light I had to find.

The moments I was breaking

Turned to reasons I could breathe.

Every truth I was chasing

Found its way back to me.

Maybe I was wrong

About the story I kept holding.

Maybe all this time

He saw the pieces slowly unfolding.

All the fear I wrote in stone

Was never meant to define me.

’Cause the God who knew the end

Was always right beside me.

Time held its breath,

And I survived till the credits.

All the stories, all the lies,

Led me to mercy I couldn’t have predicted.