July Writing Prompts: # 5 The Sting of Rejection

A funny thing happened

on the way to my grave

I thought I mattered, I thought I counted, I thought people meant what they said.

And then one day I took a breath

and landed in a ditch.

Nobody noticed I was missing

until a frantic friend called to ask me…

Do I matter? Do I count?

I know I can count on you to be there- you’re such a dear and precious friend.