The goal’s simple enough,
But so much harder to attain
Than at first we imagined:
We want to jettison the past,
Let go what we do not need
But cannot part with.
For the past howls,
Claws at the soul,
Frightened of leaving.
It clings to us,
One more addiction
To add to the rest.
Hoping to let go,
How complicated such
Simple longings grow.