Eileen Manassian Poet Dramatic Monologue

I Always Believed

I always believed
at some point in time
due to some hidden
moral rhythm and rhyme...
a word triggered memory
would rob you
of that tranquility
that you've wrapped
around yourself
tightly
leaving no room
for truth to touch
and remind you
of the pain I still feel
the pain you won't heal

I always believed
you'd finally come around
with no fanfare 
no whisper of sound
I'd feel your presence and know
some inner longing for amends
baptized by remembered virtue
had brought you to me
and the pain would turn to glee
when I'd hear your words:
"Let all be well.
Come out from that hell"

Well...

I'm still waiting
cause the hardest lesson
I've had to learn
is that people can maim and blame
do their utmost to shame
and....have no remorse
leaving one with no recourse

with no conscience to appease
they do as they please
while psychopaths are locked up
serial killers face their dues
but serial tongue lashers
serenity crashers
get to walk away scot-free
makes no sense to me

you see...
I always believed
one day...
you'd finally 
feel the need
you'd want to be freed
from the memory of wrong
and you'd finally be strong
strong enough 
to ask forgiveness
of
me

am I a fool to believe?

Eileen Manassian

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Carole Duet September 28, 2017 at 2:22 AM Hi Eileen! This poem is so intense that I feel my heart hurts. Your pain is felt. Some people just can't see what they've done and if they do they are just too ashamed and/or embarrassed to admit their "crime". Try to remember you are better off without someone so cold. Wonderful poetic expression .

Alexis Y. July 26, 2017 at 1:54 AM WOW! Eileen, This is a thought provoking write that makes your reader think. It makes me think of the old saying " Sticks and stones will break my bones but words will never hurt me" I never believed that saying because words do hurt. Sometimes one never heals from the things people have said. Although my congrats is late, congratulations on getting the poem of day. It was well deserved- Alexis

Jan Allison July 25, 2017 at 7:07 PM many many congrats for POTD on Arthur's site:-) hugs Jan xx

Maria Williams July 9, 2017 at 6:09 AM A beautiful emotional write my friend. Congrats on POTD. So well deserved...Maria

Sunita U.D Palawon July 9, 2017 at 5:46 AM Congrats on POTD dear friend. At times the fire that inflames one to bind a relation goes so wild that it burns the same relation... Well done! :) Eileen Manassian July 9, 2017 at 7:08 AM That is true. I wrote this not just about a romantic relationship. It's about any connection in which one puts down the other. Thanks for the visit, dear. Hugs

Elizabeth Kinch July 9, 2017 at 1:49 AM Absolutely love this emotive write. Never stop believing that one day things will change but remember we all have our own journey through this life and we choose how to conduct ourselves. Those serial tongue lashers are just making wrong choices! BIG CONGRATULATIONS on POTD, so well deserved Eileen Eileen Manassian July 9, 2017 at 5:34 AM Thank you for visiting this poem, Elizabeth. I look forward to making your acquaintance soon. Yes, in the school of life, we are continuously learning. :) Hugs

Sunita U.D Palawon July 9, 2017 at 12:16 AM Philosophical with this particular outlook on life. Well penned congrats for POTD. :) Eileen Manassian July 9, 2017 at 12:34 AM Thank you, Sunita. I'm glad you liked it. :)

Dean Wood July 8, 2017 at 10:47 PM This poem is well written. Evoking such emotion and empathy. Others have said it well, this life is short in the span of eternity. Keep an eternal perspective and let time do its healing. Great POTD! Dean Eileen Manassian July 9, 2017 at 12:35 AM Thank you, Dean. That's sage advice. I do Ok most of the time, but sometimes remember injustice brings pain. I appreciate the visit and advice. :)

Akkina Downing July 8, 2017 at 7:27 PM A thousand times love this piece. Something we are often emotionally abused by from these serial tongue lashers. I finally reached my limit of them. I smile, kiss the tips of my fingers and smack em to my sass. Lol! I think you're amazing, Eileen, so sashay down the aisle with self confident that you're better than their low tongue lashers :) Eileen Manassian July 9, 2017 at 12:37 AM Emotional wounds leave scars as well. People don't seem to realize that for some, the wounds take longer to heal. Thank you for being such a lovely poet friend, dear. I love your attitude towards those who hurt. ;) Keep shining. Hugs

Richard Lamoureux July 8, 2017 at 10:22 AM For me I choose not to give them my power. You are a powerful woman and they are not worthy to strip you of your amazing! Eileen Manassian July 8, 2017 at 11:44 AM So good to have you in my corner, Richard. :) You lift my spirits and your friendship is dear to me. Blessings.

Frederic Parker July 8, 2017 at 9:14 AM My first thought after reading such an emotionally charged poem was...Does the sun care about storms that come and go, do mountains care about passing clouds, will my breath stop if I never hear from someone who has done me wrong, for that's their burden to carry even if they don't yet feel its weight until then be the sun, be the mountain, enjoy each breath..these are the thoughts your poem brought me Eileen Manassian July 8, 2017 at 11:46 AM Lovely response, dear Frederic. I wish I could take your advice. Most of the time, it's Ok. Then a reminder, and I relieve the pain of remembered words. There were times I had it hard here on the Soup, but...I've persevered. I'm still here. I will stay here. Thank you for your kind support. Richard Lamoureux July 8, 2017 at 10:18 AM I like how you thought and felt this through.

Joanna Daniel July 8, 2017 at 12:23 AM Oh no, oh no, Eileen, keep believing, if not in this world, in the next judgement, they'll get their due, the only problem is that here, they'll be forgiven, but if there, they may not have that chance:( beautiful touching poem:) Eileen Manassian July 8, 2017 at 11:47 AM Jo, you are so right. Every hidden thought and motive will be examined. It gives me cause to contemplate. I have things I need to make amends for. Thank you for this great reminder of timeless truth. Blessings.

Arthur Vaso July 7, 2017 at 9:29 PM ahhh such poetry, that speaks from the heart, and creates tear drops, such beauty in the longing! Hugs! Eileen Manassian July 8, 2017 at 11:49 AM Thank you, dear. I am a sensitive soul. I may be loud at times, but my wounds take time to heal. This poem was born from memories of those who have hurt me and have not cared...even to this day. It's Ok. Writing is therapeutic. Hugs, dear.

Charlie Smith July 7, 2017 at 2:28 PM I don't believe anyone who inflicts any sort of pain on another ever walks away scot-free. At some point there's always a price to pay. Well written Eileen... Eileen Manassian July 8, 2017 at 11:52 AM Thank you, Charlie, for the visit and or your words. I guess one needs to keep that in mind in order to survive. Hugs :)

Eve Roper July 7, 2017 at 1:43 PM Love the message behind the poem.. we always want believe the very good of people ~* Eileen Manassian July 8, 2017 at 11:53 AM The pain is deeper when the love is stronger. We don't get hurt by people who are inconsequential...at least, not to a deep degree. Thanks for the visit, dear. Hugs

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart July 7, 2017 at 11:52 AM Wowsers. This pulls tugs and pokes my heart. Exquisite write Eileen. Fave... xomo! Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart July 8, 2017 at 12:03 AM Amen to that. Eileen Manassian July 7, 2017 at 12:36 PM Thank you, dear. One lives and hopefully learns. I appreciate the fav, Dear. Hugs.

Paul Callus July 7, 2017 at 10:09 AM No, you are not a fool; I also believe in love, forgiveness, and justice. Were we to give up on them where would we be...clamouring for revenge?...instigating hate, instead!? Whatever people say, I prefer to stick to what I believe to be right. Hugs // paul Eileen Manassian July 7, 2017 at 12:38 PM Thank you, dear one. This poem just had to be written. I had to come to terms with the fact that some people will never want to make amends. Some people will never admit that they have unjustly wronged you. Some people will choose to believe the bad instead of the good. Then there are people like you who bright light to heart and mind. Hugs

Daniel Turner July 7, 2017 at 9:21 AM "serial tongue lashers" That's great! I know a few people like this, Eileen. A most enjoyable read. Nice to see you again, sweetie:) Daniel Turner July 7, 2017 at 1:09 PM As the Spanish say,"Asi es la vida" such is life. Just not enough time:( Eileen Manassian July 7, 2017 at 12:43 PM Daniel, so good to have you here at my page. I've been struggling of late. Writing has taken a back seat. I'm sorry I haven't visited you as much of late. You know I love your poetry. I have also lashed out at times. I'm in no way perfect. Far from it. "To err is human, to forgive divine." I need some more of that spirit. Hugs

Chris Green July 7, 2017 at 8:01 AM I believe we are all fools at times when we hope for the best knowing deep inside it will never come. And those who use their voice and words to hurt another, may not pay the price via the legal system, but I firmly believe they will get theirs eventually. There is never a reason to be mean to someone who cares about you, regardless...if it didn't work out, then it didn't...just be honest and walk away. You have expressed your thoughts wonderfully in this Eileen. Eileen Manassian July 7, 2017 at 12:45 PM Thank you for your thoughtful comment, Chris. It is hard to let go sometimes, especially when one can't understand the reasons for the pain. Like you said, I do believe that a day of reckoning is coming for us all and we will have to answer for a great many things. Hugs, dear. Thanks for the visit.

Connie Marcum Wong July 7, 2017 at 5:28 AM I have found that those with the harshest tongues are coming from a place of fear, though they try to hide any evidence of it. A tongue can cut so deep. Your poem expresses the pain of it so well. A wonderful piece Eileen! : ) Eileen Manassian July 7, 2017 at 12:46 PM Thank you, dear Connie. Perhaps I'm overly sensitive. I don't recover quickly. It's hard to change, but...at some point one must accept reality. Thanks for the visit. Hugs :)

White Wolf July 7, 2017 at 4:06 AM I love how you have done this, Eileen! Full of emotion, and it really drags the reader into your world! Great pen! Eileen Manassian July 7, 2017 at 4:11 AM Thanks! Some poems are true expressions of our hearts. This is one of them. Life doesn't always give us that happy ending of being at peace with people. One can only hope...and believe.