POEM STARTER
Submitted by Cassandra Elliot 🌹
Write a poem or short story that embodies the feeling of being chosen last.
Last Pick
I stood with laces double-tied,
Hope knotted up and tucked inside.
The chalk was fresh, the field was wide—
But somehow, I was brushed aside.
One by one, the names were said,
And each one turned a hopeful head.
Each name but mine, a quiet thread,
Unspooling silence in its stead.
They didn’t laugh, they didn’t tease—
They just forgot me with such ease.
Like I was air, like I was breeze—
Something that moves but no one sees.
And when they called my name at last,
It sounded like a spelling cast—
Wrong and rushed, said just to pass,
Like I was clutter from the past.
But still I stood, I took my place,
A smile practiced on my face.
Invisible, but not erased—
I ran, I played, I held my grace.