Eileen Manassian Poet Sonnet

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Inflicted Wounds

The wound inflicted, you will never see,
for it lies in the recess of my mind
Internal is the bleeding; let it be!
You try, but peace of mind you can not find

Who is the God you worship? Speak His name!
I want to know; does he condone this pain?
Is He the one who let you maim and shame,
and will he bless you for your proffered bane?

I wonder how you can to slumber yield
Does not your deed weigh heavy on your heart?
The things you've said and done are not concealed
Your conscience surely pleads amends to start

The wound inflicted you will never see
But there is One who sees inside of me

Eileen Manassian

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Justin Bordner March 6, 2016 at 3:07 AM The God I worship is Love, and through it I hear the scars bleed, I see the heart speak, I understand your tear's knowledge, and with it's power I know the courage of our desire..."There is One who sees inside of me..." to see is to know, and to know is to love, I find strength in this truth. Your voice echoes strongly within me tonight Eileen. This is a beautiful sonnet of soul...J.A.B. Eileen Manassian March 6, 2016 at 6:50 AM Thank you, Justin. Your words are comfort, indeed. I passed through a difficult time last week. I got put down for speaking my mind...with very very harsh words. Hitting someone where it hurts....is never an honorable thing to do. But I've put it behind me. You are always welcome to visit, Eagle. :) Hugs

Richard D Seal March 5, 2016 at 7:37 PM We receive a lot of wounds over the course of a lifetime, it's part of being human, we're complicated, nobody said it's going to be easy. Beautifully worded write my little Desert Orchid. Take care, Richard Eileen Manassian March 6, 2016 at 7:37 AM Ahhhhh....but Mr Seal...some wounds are fatal. Thanks for the visit. The reversal of roles is funny. I though I was the Agony Aunt.

Richard Lamoureux March 4, 2016 at 3:51 PM I'm super short on time but wanted to drop by and say hi. Now for your poem, I do believe some people are unaware and some others just don't care. Hopefully the ones who care more than make up for the rest. Eileen Manassian March 6, 2016 at 7:38 AM You are so kind to make the time for me, Richard. You don't know how much that means to me. Thank you...God bless.