Quest (a sonnet) / by stephenherronold

The past has teeth - that much we know
Inflicting wounds that should serve well
Reminding us we should not dwell
On that which happened long ago
And hard it is, when we are low
To move on past, escape the hell
Left as an introspective shell
Just fading fast, nowhere to go

We try to rage against the night
When some things should be left behind
Flung aside like so much burden
To make us free to seek the light
That is the future where we'll find
Peace and truth, where love is certain