POEM STARTER
Submitted by Cassandra Elliot 🌹
Write a poem or short story that embodies the feeling of being chosen last.
Insecure
Why am I always the one less desired?
The bile in my throat tastes of shame and I wonder why I’ve never been enough.
If I were enough for someone, surely I wouldn’t have been chosen last.
I’m lacking.
My missing pieces leave gaping jagged holes whose endless darkness swallows anything that comes near.
An unknowing passerby stumbles by and I think to myself, “maybe, just maybe, I’ve found one of those missing pieces.”
Until again the edges don’t match up and they stumble forward, leaving me behind again.
I cannot bring myself to blame those that stumble on without me.
I cannot fault them for claiming the luxury of choice before I’d ever even met her.
I must be better to be chosen.
If I cannot be better, I must be someone else.