Martyrs

There are people you meet on this journey who you know are martyrs. 

They are the ones who lift your heart up, because of their passion for life; but then break it, because they believe in a cause. A cause strong enough to lead them to death. These are the people who remind you of the happiness and the pain of life. They are the ones who personify the "beautiful disasters" - the super novas that explode with a cosmic beauty of light, color and destruction.

The beauty of their element, who they were truly meant to be, shines out in your memory. Then, the page is turned and news of their death threatens to suffocate you. Their goodness, their light and their glory brings peace to your mind - it makes you feel at home - a taste of heaven. But the darkness, ever present in their life, strangles your thoughts and shakes everything you once thought was solid. It is not that they have become darkness, it is the fact that darkness was present with such a precious light.

It is the oxymoron on this side of heaven. 

Good and Evil. 

Life and Death. 

Laughter and Tears. 

Beauty and Pain.

Martyrs were made into heroes because they had tasted the light and had devoted themselves to battling the demons that brought the darkness. Sometimes they had taken a plunge into the deepest parts of their hearts to face the demons within. It is this plunge that makes them a martyr. It is this plunge that leads them towards death - a death of some kind.

On this part of my journey I have only witnessed the plunge of a beautiful soul. I am afraid I might loose this soul, but I am hopeful for victory. One thing I know and anticipate, the veil of darkness will be lifted and I will find change. Whether it is the death of a stubborn will, the silence of a corpse, or a new life of victory, I know I will not meet the same person.