My Past

I still think about that when someone says the word.

I still think about how I fell into the trap, but I don’t have to dwell anymore on my past. God already forgot about that.

I’ll remember it all and be reminded to never go back but it doesn’t matter anymore because it’s already been cast aside, so far from reach, so far out of Gods mind.

I don’t have to feel bad about that. It doesn’t have to consume me, it doesn’t have to haunt my mind.

It’s already been under the blood and there’s no going back.