The violated self struggles to redeem herself
through an endless round of mindless acts
and empty gestures. Dressed in widow’s weeds
she mourns the absence of redemption’s healing
presence, while she sifts through the fragments
of her broken life searching for answers.
Desperate to find release from her suffering, she
embraces one new thing after another: each
advancement in art and science, each new cultist
claim of invincibility, each fad of commercial
promise, the latest miracle drug to ease her pain,
and each new relationship one after the other.
Disconsolate and bewildered by her loss, she cannot
comprehend why redemption is beyond her ability
to receive.