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.

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