My Choice

I sat glumly, surrounded by hundreds of pairs of glasses
None of them suited me, or so I thought
I was pressured into getting a pair,
Not wanting to keep my mum & the optometrist
waiting for my decision.
I couldn’t just choose one pair that will be
the windows to open my mind to a clearer reality.
The smell of toxic cleaning products filled my lungs
as the workers sprayed the hundreds of spectacles,
but none of them took my fancy
I knew I had to make my decision
two pairs were put in front of me.
I hated them both but I needed to choose a pair
So I took a pair and hoped for the best
I despised everything about them,
wishing I never chose that particular pair
But now, I look in the mirror and smile
I have grown to love my glasses,
I am happy with my choice.