Live To Tell the Tale Adult Content


My heart was broken 
I was 7 when mum left.
He turned on us kids then,
more-so me;
I was thirteen and a half
when he tried to drown me.
Pushed-overboard from his small boat.
No one there to hear the splash
or the cries ,
except HIM.
I was pulled back aboard,
his conscience pricked.
that same night ,I ran away ....for my life;
Only I valued it,
I survived
and live to tell the tale.

Elizabeth alexander                           31/1/2016
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Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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