The exhibition of my heart is restricted to only VIP members. People I care about, people I trust won’t harm it. In a glass stand it sits protected while they pass by. A marvel made of the finest porcelain. Shaped to last, one my most priceless possession. I guard it with my life because without it I would die. He who made it had made sure that the heart is sacred. Its beauty might’ve been distorted by my own wickedness but now He lives within it. My heart is taken good care by Him and therefore I have vouched to protect it from both myself and others. When I look at my heart, I see goodness and grace. I see its flaws and imperfections which I work to clean up. I see the wickedness and desires to hurt suppressed under what I would describe as a new incarnation of the soul. The soul which has its foundation on truth and justice. A foundation on reality instead of fantasy. Therefore, I won’t deny what shall come.

They came to destroy my heart. Multiple swinged landed on the protected the glass. It shattered and the alarm went off. The camera caught the whole ordeal while the guards ran through the hallway. But they had broken through my defenses and had their site on the fragile heart. A few swings of the hammers were made before the guard tackled them to the floor. Five swings broke of a piece of the heart. First swing made no dent. Second one made a scratch. Third one created a crack. Fourth one was the last line crossed! And the last swing fell through… Through it all I cried. Cried over every hit that landed. Cried over that someone would ever want to hurt my heart. Cried, and cried. The sirens of the alarm were the only voice I could hear in my sorrow. It cried louder than my grief. My grief lasted after what happened.

I was fine, but my heart was still not whole. Every day I could feel the pain of the missing piece. It nagged on me that it hurts. Hurts so badly. Why, did it have to end like this? How, could I’ve put my trust on the wrong people? It’s because I cared. I cared too much for what we were supposed to use those hammers for. We were supposed to create something great, not destroy its foundation. So, I picked up my hammer and threw it out. I don’t care anymore. They are gone, and along with everything associated to them. What’s left is only a hole in my heart which needs healing from Him. I need Him because He will make me whole again. I know it to be true. Therefore, I picked up the broken piece and put it in the trash can. It can’t be put back; the cracks would still be there even if you would try to hide them. The damage can’t be repaired. What’s done is done and I will leave with the fact that I was lied to, and no justice was served. I guess you haven’t heard that they managed to walk free because of the corrupt court. But I know justice will be served when they die. That’s where their road ends for them while mine continues.

Here ends my story. It’s the present and the light shine through the window. The beam hits the heart of porcelain. Its glass case gone, like the visitors that was allowed in. But don’t worry, I will reopen the exhibition when the heart is whole again. He is at work because half the hole has been covered up by the porcelain that has grown out. The healing might make me whole again, but I will forever be changed by it. The heart might look the same as the old one, but it is not. Ones hearts appearance doesn’t tell what’s inside of it. My heart change while others stay the same. Their heart will forever be wicked because they cannot see the consequences of their actions. It’s because they live in a fairy tale like most sinners do. The accuser perhaps was at work too, giving them the idea to hurt my heart. All leads to them being dead to me. They are apart from my life, a small insignificant event in my past. Grace will deliver me from this pain. He who has been revealed will make it so. This heart was violated and those who did it is forgiven and forgotten.