The bag of the past

Here I am,
as usual,
in front of your gates,
seeking for forgiveness.
with pain in my heart,
I seek for the miracle.

Here I am,
with the bag of the past,
in front of your gates,
with no heart to leave.
Trying to shrug of the past,
and seek the miracle.

Here I am,
with the bag hurting me,
in fornt of your gates,
waiting for them to open,
the path leading to forgiveness,
with the bag of past haunting me,
I wait seeking for the miracle.

Here I am,
feeling terrible,
feeling Crippled,
I dont have the key,
still seeking for the miracle.

Here I am,
staring at a shadow,
laughing and giggling at me,
I look at the gate,without the key.

Suddenly I hear a sound,
so different,
so pure,
the sound in my head was loud and clear,
I know, what I have been,
I know that no miracle can now heal me.

Here I am,
looking at the gates,
carrying the bag of the past for too long,
I dont long for the gates to open,
As I know what I have been,
I saw the bag falling to the ground,
I felt the silence all around me.

The gates had vanished,
the path was clear,
With new vision i move,
I saw no shadow,
The bag I had was far behind,
I moved forward,
without looking at the steps I had taken.

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