The Sharpest Wound

By Choitalyk Ruman

The sharpest wound is not of flesh and bone,
But of a trusted soul that slips away.
Betrayal
It shakes the roots of the heart,
A pain no tears can measure.
It echoes beyond the body, beyond emotion,
A silent earthquake beneath the spirit.

But listen,
Even in the trembling,
Your breath still rises, your heart still sings.
You are alive.
And life itself is God’s hand upon your chest,
Whispering: “Stay. There is more for you.”

So pause.
Gather your scattered light.
Name the miracles within you:
Your kindness, your strength, your laughter,
The quiet ways you’ve healed others,
Even while bleeding yourself.

Forgive yourself for trusting,
For loving deeply.
These are not weaknesses,
But sacred proof your soul is pure.

Let the past be a river.
Stand on the bank,
And watch it flow away.
Do not chase it.

Instead, move.
Stretch your body like dawn unfolding,
Walk beneath the sky until your spirit breathes again.
Pray until your tears turn into gold.

For every betrayal is not just an ending,
But an initiation.
A call to rise higher,
To return not hardened,
But holier.

#ChoitalykRuman #ummeymiah 9/26/2025

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