What's New?

Another death to wallow in,
It’s becoming all too routine.

Repetitive, monotonous.
What’s new?

Some believe I must be full of sin,
Advise me my soul to clean.

Same people, same advice.
What’s new?

Send me a rainbow,
Or a bundle of roses.

Condolences, presents.
What’s new?

Within me the seeds of guilt I sow,
All emotion simply closes.

Self-hate, numb.
What’s new?

But this corpse left an inheritance,
A child with a smile to share.

Hope, joy, maternal care.
That’s new.