DEAD LEAVES

cutting ties with old acquaintances is never easy

The need to connect is that of great necessity

have walked a path though hallowed yet lacking

My sights have been set on progression yet static

I find my vision impeded by a mishap

I may have forgotten the need to bond

I have planted a fig tree 

One which bears no fruit or leaves

It once bloomed with promise

It's beauty shined across the lands

It was a beacon of hope 

It stood proudly among others

Watching this elegance deplete is truly hurtful

I may have made an irredeemable error

Have I cut ties which may have been sustainable 

Have I lost valuable connections

I chose this path myself

With a clear understanding of its complications 

I could envision a price

But now I wonder if I made the wrong choice

Every turn made can be justified

Yet Watching these leaves rot has become a nuisance 

A feeling of loss envelops me

I take one more gaze to my tree

And I see something different

It seems it has begun to sprout fruit again

Perhaps this is the reward for my sacrifice

Would its produce be as sustainable as that of old

I take a glance at the rotting leaves on the ground

I am caught between the loss of the old and the uncertainty of the new

Such a divide has kept me in self dissidence

Author's Note

have any difficulties with attachment to the past?

Reviews

[Neville]

an interesting write and a somewhat compelling read... from a personal perspective, severing ties and the impact this may have on the one wielding the scissors, will likely depend on many variables.. but almost certainly include, personality type, previous experience of loss or separation and any perceived gains.. of course there are others such as the ability to empathise.. thank you for making me think.... Neville

[Quill]

thank you for stopping by

[Neville]

My pleasure if you will, Quill..... Neville