Claws of the Past

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 has laid a claim to my life
A right to my soul
It has the keys to my future
To it, I belong

But then God 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



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