Fault Line Breaking Poem by John Weber

Today marks a continuation of
my blazing accent of enlightenment.
With a tedious eye I vanquish
the demon taunting my peripheral
of lamentable memories and efforts
torn asunder before grateful fruition.

The path that leads to your door
fills me more than leaden prayers
or matchbook agendas disposable.
My growth thrives in your beacon,
offering a glimpse of manifested
hope behind the shadow of suspicion.

Blood pumps steady regardless
of my demeanor, yet now such
automation lends fruit to your tree
for seeing in me more than potential
or flaw when I rail aggressive at
the imperfection of each breath of life.