Chosen or not

Is this where the adventure begins?

CHOSEN OR NOT CHOSEN …. Why is it that this is where the journey begins

Have I been forgotten

Did they not see me wait in line for the entire time that they were calling for someone special

I am here ‘I shouted’ but for some reason my lungs failed to make any screech at all

Did you miss me??

I'm still here, I didn’t go anywhere

But, you glided past me like you didn’t see anyone at all standing in line with blisters on the soles of her feet from the hours spent queuing to be ‘chosen’

So that for one moment I could be called ‘the chosen one’

Chosen for what, I didn’t even read that part of the script, as it didn’t feel important

I just wanted to be … well part of something special

In fact the main character in that something special

Because if I was...

It might take away all of the times that I stood alone contemplating how unspecial that I had always been

Those many hours that I gazed into the mirror thinking 'how can I fix this profile,

Is there anything I can do to become more beautiful, more wanted, more …Me'

But now as I stand alone in that que, that familiar feeling descends upon me again and my heart begins to race

And the bloods begins to thicken in my body as I prepare to run, run away

Run far, run to the hills

Because the Hills, well they never stopped loving me and they never chose anyone else

They waited for me, in fact the same way that the dog does each time I go away

Do they not bleed to be chosen also

Why is it that they have to wait, just like me.