She walks alone
Her head held down
She never notices
If anyone's around
I see her every day
As she walks by
One morning I thought
I'd just say Hi
I walked up to her
But she backed away
She didn't have
Too much to say
She seemed so afraid
To shake my hand
When she looked at me
I began to understand
Her eye was black
As she glanced at me
She turned away
So I would not see
I walked beside her
Not saying a word
Knowing that silence
Can sometimes be heard
After the third day
She slightly smiled
When I came out
And walked awhile
She started to talk
About her life
The struggles of being
A mother and wife
I noticed more bruises
She tried to hide
She masked all the pain
She carried inside
I wanted to ask her
But I didn't dare
What a terrible cross
She had to bear
Every day we walked
Though her body was sore
She would get quiet
When we neared her door
She looked so afraid
As she'd quickly say bye
Was that a glimmer of
A tear in her eye
She started to wait
Each morning for me
By the oceans edge
She'd stand patiently
Sometimes she would cry
But never would tell
Of the demons at home
Who put her through hell
She would talk of the
Seagulls in the air
Or the different way
I wore my hair
She had a grace about her
A certain charm
But she never discussed
The bruises on her arm
One day I waited
But she never came
The oceans wave
Was not the same
The seagulls weren't flying
Not going anywhere
Could it be
Because she's not there
It was in the paper
The very next day
Woman beaten to death
Her husband to pay
With tearfilled eyes
I walked alone
Every chance I had
To save her was gone
I never asked her
Why her bruises were there
I should have told her
How much I cared
I never told her
She was my best friend
Or to save her life
I'd gladly taken her in
Words left unspoken
Pain buried so deep
I prayed to God
Her soul to keep
Her name written in
Cold hard stone
As the waves roll in
I walk alone
She had a grace about her
A certain charm
But we never discussed
The bruises on her arm
super write and super message. how sad these things happen/sometimes we seem to be able to help and at others we cannot. of course, we know they are sick women and more numerous than we usually realize. thanks for sharing
Linda so sad. Too many women are in situtations like this. Well said.
debra
Reviewed by Michael Mathieu (Reader)
Reviewed on March 23, 2007
Thanks for sharing this horrible but sad write,If we all would speak up when we notice this even with children you never know whose life we might save..Touching but so true...
A man should cherish a woman not use her as a punching ball.
Every day, too many.
Heart aching poem too real to be talking coming from a Muse.
Don't only whisper, scream it loudly, so loud that the cowards will think twice before raising that hand.
Georg
Sad story and all too real, though the message seems to be that she should have intervened and now lives with the burden of guilt I believe that just her effort to reach out and be a friend may have given the abused a ray of hope. We can in some cases (children) do a lot more but in adults sometimes the sad fact is all we can do is open our arms to them and hope they will come to us. Well done again Linda.
Hugs
Fee
Reviewed by Stan Grimes (Reader)
Reviewed on March 22, 2007
This poem says so much and so sad. Great write Linda
Reviewed by LadyJtalks LadyJzTalkZone (Reader)
Reviewed on March 22, 2007
Such a shame in life a story like this is. so very true are those feeling. Thank you for this write. Lady J
This book represents a thirty-day period of my poetry journal. Each poem addresses
the dominant thoughts occupying my mind during the early morning hours of a given
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Breath-taking at every phrase!
Thank you Linda for this insight.
Abdullahi
Nobody Comes Close To Your Compassion...
Your True Friend, TRASK
debra
Michael
Every day, too many.
Heart aching poem too real to be talking coming from a Muse.
Don't only whisper, scream it loudly, so loud that the cowards will think twice before raising that hand.
Georg
Hugs
Fee