Boons of Yesteryear

you dont get it
and you never will.
the fire from your twisted deeds
scorched my innocent soul.
irreparable damage
I somehow managed to harness
and breath life into
yet again.
but you.
you dont get it.
you seek forgiveness
but offer no such apology.
you seek redemption
but offer only excuses.
you wrenched away my innocence
and 12 years later,
you still dont get it.
I survived.
I grew.
I became strong.
I had no choice but to be fearless.
I didnt let you win.
there will forever be a scar on my soul,
but it is nothing more then a boon of victory.
my heart has no vengeful beat.
anger does not course through my veins.
but a smile will forever linger on my face.
you were never able to take that from me.
yet again, you 'apologize'
for what 'happened'
not what you did.
my response?
you better hope St. Peter accepts your excuses
better then i do.