The past has claws
And an iron-tight grip
It is a venus flytrap
A bottomless pit
I have felt its touch
A cold shiver in the night
It lurks in my mind
Hidden just out of sight
It shadows my day
A sentient cloud
Spawning in the sky
Whenever I feel proud
It has laid a claim to my life
A right to my soul
It has the keys to my future
To it, I belong
I am enveloped in darkness
Forgotten and alone
Rotting and decaying
Flesh separating from bone
Then He said a word
And light came into my mind
A hidden truth came forth
As my chains began to unwind
What’s happened has happened
My past will remain
A black mark on the record
A failure, a stain
But the future surrounds it
Vibrant colours of art
The past is incorporated
Now only a part
The stain becomes lost
In a myriad of colour
Woven into the tapestry
The threads interwinding with each other
My life carries on
Ever-changing in His design
Yes, the past will remain
But the future is mine
The Past’s Claws

Anger, Anxiety, Bitterness, Christian Poetry, Depression, Emotions, Fear, God, Gratitude, Healing, Hope, Pain, Poetry, Redemption, Writing

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