Dramatic Monologue

What was I thinking?
Giving him a chance?
I should’ve known better-
For a man that, no.
For a fiend that cowardly,
Nothing more should’ve been expected.

Oh Anne, what happened to you.
She was so innocent.
So naïve.
How could she do this to me.
And even then to come back-
And try to pick this searing dagger from my back
Placed there by her own self
No wait. What am I saying?
She is my blood, my responsibility.

What now.
I have no one left.
Jack, how can you be there at his side
Why would you pull the Stanton name-
The name you’ve grown up with
For so long- So low.

Their motives seemed so pure.
They needed me.
No. They used me.
The world must know.
I have nothing left of my dignity.
Self worth? No none.
No all that’s left is this.
This pig cannot be let lose.
I must clean this filth up.

Found - Where

Where can you find it?

The flame of truth of being you seek

Those yellow irises of his eyes?

The white columns two stories high?

Across the long red carpet?

Or out on the dusty black oak desk?

No, none of these, but in the antique,

Sitting in her rocker.

Who hold it in her

From fifteen, twenty, thirty years back.

That is where you will discover

The deep communion of life.