Ache

Published: October 5, 2021

When teams are picked, for playground games,
I never seem to hear my name.
I stand and watch the choices made
And, one by one, my hopes all fade.
I look around, and force a smile,
Lean on the chain-link fence awhile.
I say, as they all race away,
I didn’t really want to play,
But, deep inside the pit of me,
I ache an ache no one can see.

ABOUT THE POET:

Coral Rumble is an award-winning poet who has published four poetry collections and contributed to over 160 anthologies for children. She also runs poetry workshops and is a poetry editor.