Chosen

Let me be frank
as I punctuate
the ways we choose sides

The games of children
hosey and chisel the hope
from even the brightest spirits

I  am lost.
The last to be remembered.
The last to be asked
about my own life.

I ask someone
to take my hand
in a holy circle
and lead me
to the other side.

Let me be chosen
for something
that means anything
to God.