And a single translucent raindrop serenely slides
down my pale cheek.
I turn up the sound of thunder, trying to
drown out the exhausting loneliness
in my thoughts.
Don’t you know, mother?
I am flawed; human.
How can you not see that
everyone makes mistakes
Yet my plea for forgiveness is left
silent and broken,
as I know I plead
in all the days of my life,
has never made a difference before.
A note strikes
a chord in my heart,
pounding and vibrating my lifeless soul to
And in that chord, I vow to lead
an imperfectly flawed, yet