Turn a blind eye

Notice how the homeless person

Becomes invisible

You know they’re there

But you don’t look at them

Their presence is too uncomfortable

So you shut down your natural empathy

And turn a blind eye to reality

And similarly

There are parts of you

You refuse to see

They’re unpleasant

Or incoherent

So you pretend they don’t exist

But when you turn a blind eye

You’re choosing not to see

And giving away your power

Of choosing how to be