The martyred soul

The brightness of the night seems to challenge the light of the spirit within. It taunts the perception of truth, and trust. Life has now been constantly confronted by those whose heart entrusted its rhythm. The trusting heart in its absence of malice and naiveness placed itself upon those that were to protect and comfront its ailing soul. Like a fortified city under siege, do did the heart feel when that soul mate that swore allegiance, ripped apart the bond and opened the gates that allowed hurt and pain and all weaknesses, frailities, and secrets which had been sealed with silence were now placed on public display, as if they no longer belonged but were under the control of someone else. Your life and its purpose thereon are washed away, soiled and stepped on by uncaring steps. What was held on to as a stronghold has shown its weakness and allowed the soul, the spirit, life itself, to bleed incessantly. Can a soul remain with so much of another's heart? The pain inflicted shatters the concept of right and wrong, of love and truth. Trust falls to be as abstract and empty as the mere words that were once used to woo our heart into believing that hurt, pain, love, and joy could never be fused by someone and be used to tear our very essence into pieces. The heart in unison with the love we feel are marred and left upon the altar to decay in a slow process of deception and disappointment. The heart, in it's own resilient spirit, although crushed, regains its strength and allows love to once again flourish within it. In a cautious but defiant spirit stand up to those who dared to hurt and taunt their very existence. In an echoing and thunderous whisper they exclaim that defeat exists in the body but not the soul and spirit of the martyred one. -Ruben Mishael Herrera (5/12/06)