My Old Apartment
I'm in my old apartment
where he walked me to the edge
a razor blade held to my neck
he pushed me backward malice on his face
I prayed that I be freed
God's intervention divine indeed
if not for His hand from above
my life would have ended
thrown from the ledge
the look that came over his face
as he walked away at a drugged pace
passed out from Vodka and cocaine
I stayed up too scared to leave
afraid he would awaken
threaten me more
I waited and waited
for morning to come
pretending to sleep as he left for work
I walked away that day not to return
till thirty years later
curiosity burned
I went to the ledge
peered over the rail
years of healing at last prevailed
I felt so minute when I looked down
blessed and grateful to still be around
when people say there's no God
I know that's not true
He sheltered my life and saw me through
showed me choices that would help me grow
away from a lifestyle I wanted no more . . .