Ode to the Ones Who Never Get Chosen

To the quiet souls standing in the shadow of the spotlight,
Who whisper brilliance, yet their echoes fade into silence,
To those whose dreams swell, unyielding, in the weight of rejection,
This is for you — the ones who never get chosen.

You, who carry the unseen burden of “almost,”
Wearing grace like armor through the sting of “not yet,”
You, who give your all in arenas that overlook your worth,
Whose victories lie not in applause, but in persistence.

The world doesn’t see the midnight rewrites,
The trembling courage it takes to try again,
The tears tucked into pillow seams
And the hopes you dare to nurse despite the odds.

There’s strength in your unwavering attempt,
Beauty in the dreams that refuse to die.
For the soil beneath the tallest trees
Was once rich with seeds that waited patiently to rise.

This is not the end of your story,
But the chapter where resilience carves its name.
The spotlight doesn’t define your worth;
It only catches up to those who keep walking toward it.

So, to the ones who never get chosen,
Let this truth be your solace, your fire:
Greatness isn’t found in the picking,
It’s born in the enduring.

Keep going.
The world may not know it yet,
But you’re a masterpiece in progress.