Dramatic Monologue: Lived Believing Poem by ashok jadhav

Dramatic Monologue: Lived Believing
Do not ask me what I believe—
Ask me how I have lived.
Belief is not a sentence memorized,
Not a banner raised in borrowed wind.
It is the quiet law I followed
When no one was watching.
I believed when doubt sat beside me,
Breathing questions into my ear.
I believed not because the road was clear,
But because my feet still moved
When certainty refused to lead.
I have knelt in the dust of broken hopes,
Hands empty, voice unsteady,
And still I chose to rise.
That rising—slow, aching, honest—
That was belief made flesh.
Do you think believing is comfort?
No.
It is staying when escape is easier,
Speaking truth when silence is safer,
Loving when love returns nothing
But scars.
I believed in goodness
Even after betrayal sharpened my vision.
I believed in light
While carrying my own shadows.
Faith was not the absence of fear—
It was walking with fear
And not letting it choose my path.
Every day tested me.
Every day asked,
"Will you live what you claim? "
And some days, I failed.
But even failure taught me this—
Believing is returning again and again.
So when you see the lines on my face,
The pauses in my voice,
Know they are not weakness.
They are footprints of belief,
Pressed into time by endurance.
This is lived believing:
Not perfect, not loud, not easy—
But faithful in motion,
Hope breathing through action,
A life that answers doubt
By continuing.