Hyperbole No More Poem by John Weber

Regardless the events to come,
know you shall be loved.
Whether tumult or deluge,
human devastation
by human hands,
or peril by complacency,
the light shall play
across the curves of your face
even in the darkness of
my mind.

When wraiths attempt
to split my spine,
I will smile
at the familiar refrain
of brutality,
for I caught a glimpse
of a future filled with longing.
I've now earned a
life worth losing.

My prayers and life force
shall sing of gratitude
for allowing us to cross
one last time.