Of all the things I wish I could change, this remains the biggest

I am asked to let things go.,
   to take account,
   to measure,
   that which is important to me.

I am asked to set the ledger,
   to inventory,
   to categorize,
   set aside and identify.

But I can not do that yet.
I am still seeing through the eyes of all things,
and feeling through frayed threads and ripped edges.
​I am still watching the familiar scenes,
miming the words and settling in to that old, contented role.

Eyes closed but the scene's set - 
to play the part I know best;
I know that the lonely will get what they'll get.

Only now, as my toes sink into the mud
and my fingers grasp for remaining pieces,
am I to remember that  while my mind
sinks roots into wreckage,
my hearts finds comfort in the wind.