{"id":5492,"date":"2026-03-19T10:52:43","date_gmt":"2026-03-19T10:52:43","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/?p=5492"},"modified":"2026-03-19T10:52:48","modified_gmt":"2026-03-19T10:52:48","slug":"when-being-chosen-feels-strange","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/when-being-chosen-feels-strange\/","title":{"rendered":"When Being Chosen Feels Strange"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p>Sometimes, you get so used to being an option<br>that being chosen feels unfamiliar,<br>almost like a trick,<br>like something that might disappear<br>The moment you believe in it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>You start to question everything.<br>Kindness feels suspicious.<br>Consistency feels temporary.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Because you remember<br>What it was like before.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Friendships where you had to prove yourself,<br>over and over again.<br>Spaces where your presence<br>needed justification.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>You gave your time freely,<br>Yet still felt like you had to earn theirs.<br>You showed up fully,<br>Yet still felt half-seen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>It was exhausting, trying to be enough<br>for people who had already decided<br>You were not.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>There were moments<br>You felt like an extra in your own story,<br>standing on the side<br>while others took center stage.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>And somehow, You stayed. You tried harder.<br>Gave more. Hoped louder.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Until it became normal to feel overlooked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Then life shifted quietly, without warning.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>New people came in, not ahead of you,<br>not behind you, but beside you.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Walking with you. Choosing you.<br>Seeing you. And instead of feeling safe,<br>You felt afraid.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Afraid it wouldn\u2019t last.<br>Afraid you would mess it up.<br>Afraid they would leave<br>the moment things got hard.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Because that\u2019s what you knew.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>People who stayed<br>only when it was easy.<br>People who left<br>when you needed them most.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>They disappeared in your storms<br>and returned in your sunshine,<br>as if nothing had changed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>And without realizing it,<br>You learned to fear love.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Not loudly. 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But fully.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>And when that happens, you\u2019ll realize,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>You were always worth choosing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/beautiful-lessons-from-plants-about-life\/\">Beautiful lessons from plants about life by walking shadow<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.facebook.com\/share\/p\/18CAk7Hxy4\">https:\/\/www.facebook.com\/share\/p\/18CAk7Hxy4<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-embed is-type-video is-provider-youtube wp-block-embed-youtube wp-embed-aspect-16-9 wp-has-aspect-ratio\"><div class=\"wp-block-embed__wrapper\">\n<iframe title=\"The Boy child spoken word poem by Walking shadow poetry| Poet\" width=\"500\" height=\"281\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/iDC2DbKQfqo?feature=oembed\" frameborder=\"0\" allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share\" referrerpolicy=\"strict-origin-when-cross-origin\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe>\n<\/div><\/figure>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Sometimes, you get so used to being an optionthat being chosen feels unfamiliar,almost like a trick,like something that might disappearThe moment you believe in it. 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