My Battered Heart

My battered heart 

might sound defeat.

A bunch of flowers offered,

acknowledging your act of betrayal.

A home built from broken apologies.

Bereft of your feelings, 

but full of my facades

feeding the flames of my anger.

Decades decreed my soul 

a furnace for revenge. 

Fitting, it should fortify my resolve 

for reclamation.

Perhaps a shell of my “before”, 

but still breathing, beating,

not beaten!

Hell bent on achieving my “after”.

Much more than a “might have been”,

So, I build on your broken promises.

Pebbles pieced painstakingly,

paving the way back to me.