Imperfections (or My Lady of Sorrows)

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
echoing, replaying
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 vain.
As it,
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
live again.
And in that chord, I vow to lead
an imperfectly flawed, yet
ultimately loving