I could spend eternity wasting away,
turning letters into words
and words into lines
stanzas upon stanzas 
just about you 

about the way your soul shimmers
beams across any room
like a lighthouse
guiding me ashore

or about your laugh
and how it stands out
echoes no matter how loud

or the kindness of your heart
sweeter than honeydew
and even makes sunflowers shy away
warm like a cozy blanket on a winters day

But you are not perfect
Far more complex

You are the thrashing waves
Against a now ruined city

A hurricane carving its path
As land crumbles and the sky falls 

Thunder against an oak tree 
Down to root, shredded, set aflame

You are the embodiment of pride 
And when tears manage to escape those eyes 
The oceans weep and it only showers acid
As there is no more water left to pour

You are so giving to a fault 
Your heart sprays and feeds the land 
In which vultures can’t help but to steal more
Relishing in your slow, cruel death

But death will have to keep up
As you’ve been running since 15 
The first kid, the first apartment
 Never quite could catch a break 
Always had something on your plate 

I always wondered where you got that energy
All while you had so little to create

All that to say, yes you are imperfect
But the world made that way 
And while it’s hard to give you grace
Amidst all the hurt and mistrust
 I think that’s a part of being human 

As I grow older and anger has dissipated,
with hard conversations and tortured healing,
forgiveness is on the horizons
And hope is surely brewing.