I'm Sorry

I'm sorry I say
over 
and over again.
I can't stop apologizing
for the things I have done,
haven't done,
won't do
will forget to do,
will eventually do,
was destined to do,
yet all she says is 
Stop
Stop
Stop.
I stare into the books of 
her eyes,
the story of her life
written in a spiral
inside the stormy iris,
clouded by the mistakes
she made.
I made,
we all made
on this tiny little Earth,
in this tiny little galaxy
in this tiny little universe
inside the stormy iris
of a God
who perhaps
can make mistakes
​too.