Bashing Non-Attachment

You are attached to something; then it's lost.
You feel as if a part of you is gone,
And in your grief, you feel as if the cost
Was just too high; you grasp at the false dawn

Of letting go of everything you love -
Except a vague compassion felt for all.
You stick your hand inside a non-stick glove,
Wary of falling back into life's thrall.

You do good deeds, you meditate at length,
Reminding yourself that nothing really matters.
As time goes on, you feel you lack the strength
To concentrate - your mental focus scatters.

So are you are truly the enlightened one,
Or more like an unduly frightened one?