In his quest for truth, he delved deep,
Exploring every vein, every nerve, he did creep.
Seeking answers to what went wrong,
Or perhaps what made her strong.

A question that haunted his restless sleep,
Why was she the way she chose to keep?
The spiritual high seemed too simple, too plain,
His logical mind yearned for more to gain.

This thought pierced his heart like a sharp dart,
Compelling him to search, day by day, with all his heart.
Consulting a psychologist, seeking understanding,
Embarking on a post-doctoral study, demanding.

He wanted answers, clear and true,
To unravel the mysteries, to see them through.
But the more he dug, the weaker he grew,
Uncovering relics of memories, only a few.

His growing concern consumed his sanity,
His sleep plagued by thoughts of profanity.
Until unexpectedly, the words came,
Unforeseen, they fell like a burning flame.

After discussions with friends and the psychologist's aid,
He realized her innocence, his assumptions betrayed.
A wave of shame washed over his soul,
For the past remarks, for playing a wrongful role.

He had assumed her trauma too severe to bear,
But she was no culprit, no burden to wear.
Regret consumed him, remorse took its hold,
For victim-blaming and shaming, his heart turned cold.

The psychologist's clues had led them astray,
Their hypothetical instances, causing dismay.
Assumptions, even by intellectuals, can be wrong,
So don't waste time assuming the worst, prolong.

In people's depths, mysteries may lie,
But judging without knowing, we should defy.
Let empathy guide us, let compassion lead,
For understanding the truth is what we truly need.