The Unselected Poem

I am the unselected verse Alone on the paper Originated from the deepest heartfelt thoughts Of one shy person’s observations I rest on the page Unexplored Undiscovered I am the uncurled leaf Waiting for its destiny of sunlight Not selected I will soon fade away Like blurry clouds defining a forgettable Monday But I will not be entirely forgotten Someone wrote me I had a reason If not to join emptiness Then perhaps to remind others Life is fleeting But it is still life