The Unwanted

A poem about realizing he/she isn't the one

I have seen what I did not want to see.
Take that blanket and cover my hurtful eyes.
I’d rather be blind than to see again.
Ingnorance should be my only virtue.

Yet He is out there constantly helping.
I ask to be blinded, yet He ignores me.
It is better to see the unwanted,
Than to go around helpless forever.

I lay here grateful, but deeply saddened.
For the thing I long for is out of reach.
I did not ask to be exposed to this,
Yet it was something that was meant to be.

The choice is ultimately up to me.
I could easily pursue the unwanted.
Yet I do not know what is best for me.
I’m glad I can open my eyes and see.

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