How was I to know?

(Don't make your friends realize this poem as one of their own to tell!)

She walked into my life,

floating on the sweetest summer breeze.

Enfolding me with a kindness born of her soul,

caressing me within her inner glow.

Oh God tell me,

how was I to know?

She kept the secret so close to her side,

an action she conceived in pride.

As I touch her flesh with all my love,

I whisper to her Spirit,

"Now Dear Friend, for you all things will be well."

Oh God tell me,

How did I miss the warning signs?

Shaking with the force,

of shock, anger, puzzlement and despair,

I gently run my shaking fingers through her silky hair.

Such a dear face I perceive,

the first Angel God allowed me to meet.

Oh please tell me,

am I that self absorbed ,

I can't see when a friend is in terrors hold?

My heart breaks in two,

knowing now what she lived through.

If I had known,

would I have kept her secrets too,

or broke and told the World the truth?

Oh God tell me,

don't true friends do what they must,

to stop the secrets that destroy the lives,

of the one's we truly love?

I hear now he went to jail,

Her family knows,   someone had to tell,

and that was her greatest fear.

She wouldn't tell a soul,

keeping his secrets became her dying goal.

Bruises she hid so well,

are only part of the story they have now to tell.

Oh God what she tried to hide,

is in her casket for all to see,

her story made headlines for all to read.

As I look to Heaven now I say,

"My Dearest friend, I Love you still,"

Your missing presence is a void,

with you he killed our brightest joy.

If you had told me of your secret life,

I would have fought a valiant fight for your life.

And you would be standing,

right here at your Children's side ,

not laying in a casket listening to their sad filled,

last, "Good Bye" to you.....

This Poem was written ©bydiana2001 .

(When you read the next lines understand this was written years before I found myself to be the one who lost a woman in my life. My cousin Linda from Ft. Wayne Ind. was beaten and along with her live in lovers 4 year old daughter was shot and killed. After hours of being beaten and both shot this man started a fire in the house and then shot himself. The family was in shock because they really liked this "nice" man. They or my cousin never saw the signs. Ladies this can happen to you! Linda came from a middle class family, this is not a ghetto problem!)I cried as I wrote this Poem for I know these words will touch profoundly at least one woman's  family and friends. I don't know her or her family yet but I do know as with all my other Poems I will get that fateful email and I cry at the senseless loss of life. . I dedicate the Poem to ALL the Woman who give the illusion they are not abused. Think about this...if he ends your life with one unintentional misplaced blow the whole world will know your secrets. Tell a friend or family member NOW...do not take any advice to NOT prosecute for any reason. If you are not strong enough emotionally or physically place your burden in the hands of a friend, family member or a Police Department and let them fight for you...YOU ARE WORTH THE EFFORT!  And maybe you will be around to see your Grandchildren grow. Abuse is NOT a game, and if you think every time he hits you it is not within his power to end your life...you are living in a fantasy! To the People who think they are friends because they keep secrets..YOU ARE NOT A FRIEND!  Regardless if you don't want to hurt someone's feelings . Or if you don't think it is your business to tell, facing reality is NOT abuse...letting someone live in a dangerous or hurtful Fantasy is! If we would just gather together and tell the truth when we see it in action we could end family abuse, adultery, incest, child sexual abuse, killings, stealing..and it would end with one swift blow.  Without giving abusers the cover of secrets to hide in,  there is NO safe place for them to destroy lives. To watch and keep silent is to accept the dysfunction into our lives and give it our personal OK.  I don't want to see a man or woman cheat on their spouse. I don't want to hear a man or woman abuse verbally their spouse or children. I don't want to watch as children are put on the back burner and neglected. Lets do what is functional...make people responsible for their actions..we lost that thing called honor and personal dignity about ourselves somewhere down the line. Lets fight as a World unit to get it back!

With all my Love and Prayers to you. Diana

When I created the heavens and the earth, I talked them into being.
  When I created man, I formed him and breathed life into his nostrils.  But
you, woman, I fashioned after I breathed the breath of life into man because
your nostrils are too delicate.  I allowed a deep sleep to come over him so I
could patiently and perfectly fashion you.  Man was put to sleep so that he
could not interfere with the creativity.
 
 
  From one bone I fashioned you.  I chose the bone that protects man's life.
I chose the rib, which protects his heart and lungs and supports him, as you
are meant to do.  Around this one bone I shaped you.  I modeled you.  I
created you perfectly and beautifully.  Your characteristics are as the rib,
strong yet delicate and fragile.
 
 
  You provide protection for the most delicate organ in man, his heart.
  His heart is the center of his being; his lungs hold the breath of life.
  The rib cage will allow itself to be broken before it will allow damage to
the heart.  Support man as the rib cage supports the body.
 
 
  You were not taken from his feet, to be under him, nor were you taken from
his head, to be above him.  You were taken from his side, to stand beside him
and be held close to his side.
 
 
  You are my perfect angel.  You are my beautiful little girl.
  You have grown to be a splendid woman of excellence, and my eyes fill when
I see the virtues in your heart.  Your eyes-don't change them.  Your lips-how
lovely when they part in prayer.  Your nose, so perfect in form, your hands
so gentle to touch.
  I've caressed your face in your deepest sleep; I've held your heart close
to mine.
 
  Of all that lives and breathes, you are the most like me.
 
 
  Adam walked with me in the cool of the day and yet he was lonely.  He could
not see me or touch me.  He could only feel me.  So everything I wanted Adam
to share and experience with me, I fashioned in you: my holiness, my
strength, my purity, my love, my protection and support.  You are special
because you are the extension of me.
 
 
  Man represents my image, woman my emotions.
  Together, you represent the totality of God.  So man-treat woman well. 
Love her, respect her, for she is fragile.  In hurting her, you hurt me. 
What you do to her, you do to me.
  In crushing her, you only damage your own heart, the heart of your Father,
and the heart of her Father.
 
 
  Woman, support man.  In humility, show him the power of emotion I have
given you.  In gentle quietness show your strength.  In love, show him that
you are the rib that protects his inner self.

Author Unknown.

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