No Turnin Back

NO TURNIN BACK 

Funny thing about running. You think you are getting away, but all you are doing is building a house out of everything you fake. One day you have to walk back inside & face the mirror & your mistakes… 

I am standing in a doorway I sealed shut. Dust on the floor, memories stacked like boxes. Every mistake I made sitting in a corner. Every time I said I was fine written on the walls. I see the version of me that tried to save everybody, carrying guilt like it was part of my body. The one who thought love meant bleeding for the broken even when it left me empty. There is a mirror in the corner covered with a sheet. I pull it down and the man staring back is the reason I cannot turn back.

I cannot heal what I will not confront. I cannot grow if I keep pretending. I am tired of running from what I became. I am ready to face it even if I come undone.

There is no turning back now. Not after everything I dragged out. These rooms built from fear and doubt are coming down. God has been calling me through every wall and every locked door. I am done with the chains and done with the past. There is no turning back.

I walk into a room labeled Regret. Walls full of moments I never forgave myself for. Pictures of people I tried to save. Times I blamed myself for things I could not fix. A chair in the center where I used to sit and tell myself lies until I believed them. You are not enough. You will never fix this. You are the reason they slipped. I lived in that sickness. But I am taking back the space shame controlled. Throwing out the lies that kept me cold. I am not letting guilt write my story anymore. I am leaving that room behind.

There is no turning back now. Not after everything I dragged out. These rooms built from fear and doubt are coming down. God has been calling me through every wall and every locked door. I am done with the chains and done with the past. There is no turning back.

I walk deeper into the house. Every room I open is proof I survived. I am not running from the mirror. I am reclaiming myself now.. 

At the end of the hall is a door marked Fear. The handle is cold. Inside are mirrors showing every version of me I tried to avoid. My heart is racing but I walk in anyway. I tell every reflection the truth. I am not your slave. I am not your victim. I am not staying this way. I break the mirror and the glass falls like chains hitting the ground. For the first time I feel Heaven surround me. God whispering that I am finally home.

There is no turning back now. Not after everything I dragged out. These rooms built from fear and doubt are coming down. God has been calling me through every wall and every locked door. I am done with the chains and done with the past. There is no turning back.

I am leaving this house behind. Not the memories. Just the prison I made out of them. I am walking forward and I am not looking back.

Rap, Raw, Confessional, Cinematic, Bluesy, No Fluff