It's hard to let go,
When we have so
Little to hang on to.

All those seeds once sown
Never took shoot to grow.
The soil that was tillered
And tethered to your heart
Lays fallow, unkempt,
Scorched away and torn apart.

Yet,

Even the ash that fell
Like autumnal rain
Will, with time, be blown away.
With time and space to grow
The land can breath
The heart can sow.