POEM STARTER
Submitted by Cassandra Elliot 🌹
Write a poem or short story that embodies the feeling of being chosen last.
The Poppy
There I stood, alone and forgotten,
Wilting as if no rain had come.
In the midst of winter, I am the poppy,
The one that awaits among the snow.
They say they love me,
Yet I’ve never picked.
I bloom in hopes one day I’ll be found,
A spectacle to marvel at,
Safe and sound.
Was it the feeling of being chosen,
I’d so desperately yearned for?
Or was it the promise they could see me,
A poppy, forevermore.