Grasping doesn't get it

To want with insecurity is not to desire It is a wish upon a star too distant to know by name It is to grasp with fingers incapable of holding that which could otherwise be obtained It is to reach too far beyond the artificial desire of insecurity Like a magnet facing backward, pushing away it's counterpart Too often we grasp at an unfamiliar wish Instead of preparing to accept our deepest desires

Where are you grasping when you might be receiving?