Isio's Trial

Isio stood firmly in shock as she heard the Judge's gavel hit the desk.

He had just read out the verdict, his sentence, sealing her fate...or so she thought?

As he stood the court rose with him and she turned to look at them...Judge and Jury

She watched in awe as he strode out of the court room, he paused briefly to look at her and walked on.

Then she felt the tears welling up and she knew there was nothing she could do...today they would flow.

Today, she who remained unbreakable through the harshest times and dusted off hurtful words would cry.

Today she who never let the opinion of others weigh her down would cry.

And as she watched the Judge walk out she wondered how easily things change. Yesterday she was the beloved today she is the accused.

Who would defend her?

Then she turned to the Jury, scanning their faces, they beamed with smiles as they basked in the euphoria of their victory.

They had finally gotten to her, she who seemed larger than life and remained unbroken had been broken - or so they thought.

Isio looked on in disbelief as she tried to take it all in, the scenery, her new reality...or was it not? 

Everything and everyone seemed so unfamiliar.

The Jury cheered but their joy was only short lived because....

Then he reached out to her...

She felt his gentle tap on her shoulder and as she turned, she smiled.

She should have known all along that he was with her on this journey and that's all that mattered.

He took her hands and held her in his arms...his embrace felt like life itself, life she desperately needed.

As Isio heaved against his chest, he whispered softly in her ears and for a moment nothing else mattered...but his words

He said those words again, slowly and reassuringly - "you are not what they say you are. You are the one that can't be contained, the light that can only beam brighter."

"You are untouchable because You are mine." 

Whose report would she believe but his?

She wiped her eyes and when she looked around again, she saw what she should have seen earlier - a crowd of ninnies.

This Judge's verdict should never have mattered. His opinion shouldn't count.

All she needs is he whose arms now hold her and all he has in store...all she wants is for his Grace to shine on her path.

And because she has him, she has all she would ever need.

The prison wardens made to take hold of her but he warded them off.

He held her hand and as they strutted out of the courtroom she held her head high - the future beckoned!