Stop Rehearsing Your Exit

The house is quiet, but your mind is loud with a speech you are rehearsing for a crime you haven't committed yet. You are building a case against yourself in the dark, testing the weight of your own failure before it even happens.

You wonder if they will stay when the truth finally breaks. But the light does not wait for your confession to love you.

It saw the father running before the son finished his apology. It met the woman at the well before she could explain her shame.

The light knows the worst part of you and has not left. You do not need to rehearse your worthiness to be held.

The silence of this night is not a courtroom; it is a room where you are already known. Stop practicing your exit.

The door is not closing.