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What was meant to be

As I began to travel

Blind but unafraid

Guided by this gravel

Envisioning you was my aid.

Two little boys blocked my path

Refusing to move unless I did some math

How could it be wrong when they were so kind?

Then again I’m a girl who’s blind.

I played their games but lost the bet.

Now a piece of me is forever in their debt.

My innocence was a lovely selection.

Something I will never get back from their collection.

Continuing to run

Blind but unafraid

Guided by the gravel

Envisioning you was my aid

I bumped into a stone wall that wasn't easy to evade.

Greeted by a stranger who promised to lead the way

But nothing comes for free, it was my trust I had to trade

Unaware that when the wolves came he had no plans to stay

Howling in the distance reminded me I was alive,

But it was clear it would be a fight to survive.

Standing alone waiting on fate

Mourning the loss of my temporary mate

Continuing to run

Blind but unafraid

Guided by none

Envisioning you was my aid

I stumbled into water with no knowledge of depth

My bravery coaxed me to take another step

Swept under quickly with no breath

In that moment I realized I had nothing left.

Fear had struck me to the core

I had no hope of seeing shore

I felt the devil at my throat

And God granted me a life boat

I wasn’t sure I wanted to be saved

I thought this road would be better paved

Continuing to run

Blind and afraid

Guided by none

Envisioning you was my aid

Dark and alone I laid down to rest

The journey had gotten my best

Just a fragment of who I was will remain

The thought of you drove me insane

Solitude leads me to ponder the truth

The man of my dreams cannot be true

And even if he did, there is nothing to soothe

Because “The truth is he wouldn’t love you”

I say to myself in resolution

My problems have no solution.

Nowhere to run

Blind but okay

Guided to the ground

Hoping to stay

Six feet under I’m ready to flee

Said good bye the man of my dreams

Given up on what was meant to be

After this path ripped my life from its seams

Just a corpse trying to blend

Back to civilization it’s time to pretend

This broken heart couldn’t mend

Prayers for my soul I would send

Nothing left to break

Blind but free

Guided by heart ache

No longer controlled by what was meant to be.

Destiny has no hold on me, I make my own life

Though the image in my eyes caused a little strife

For this blind girl could finally see

All because of the man in front of me

More beat up and tattered with nothing left to loan

This poor man had a journey of his own

The man of my dreams in the flesh

 A shame we wouldn’t have met without this mess.

Before we just knew travesty  

Blinded by our dreams

Being guided by destiny

Is harder than it seems

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MANBEARGORILLA

I think this is a beautiful, vivid representation of a life that is easily misunderstood... Many famous artists, such as Picasso, Van Gogh, and even Oscar Wilde, were misunderstood and even shunned for their work and lifestyles. I would love to see more of your work in the future... Keep up the good work!

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