Day 7: Life of an Instagram Post

Today's prompt: The First Impressions Prompt

With apologies to the moderator giving this prompt, I am going to have to go a bit astray on this one. Not sticking to the guidelines.

Today is finally my day,

The world shall finally see my worth on display.

After months of languishing in the drafts folder,

Of my "social influencer" owner giving me the cold shoulder,

Of my OOTD turning into outfit of the out-of-fashion yesteryears,

Today, I am being posted on Instagram, amidst lots of cheers.

Nervousness. Nausea. Excitement. It's bittersweet.

Being a social influencer's Instagram post is no mean feat.

The anxious wait for that first heart,

Will people like me from the start?

Will I catch their attention while they scroll?

In the 5 second window, will they look into my soul?

Ok, it's time to go, Juno filter set, owner has hit share.

Are people looking at me everywhere?

1 minute. 0 hearts. First impressions not started yet.

2 minutes. 0 hearts. It's starting soon, I bet.

5 minutes. 0 hearts. Maybe she missed adding a hashtag.

10 minutes. 0 hearts. Might be internet lag.

1 hours. 0 hearts. Hmm, why don't people see me?

1.5 hours. 0 hearts. Not one? Nobody?

5 hours. 0 hearts. Maybe she was right not to post me earlier.

8 hours. 0 hearts. The drafts folder felt friendlier.

1 day. 0 hearts. I have been demoted to the bottomless scroll fate.

1 month. 1 heart. I think I found my soulmate.

Written for: Singapore Poetry Writing Month is an annual event in April, where a prompt is released every day and people write and share their poems based on the prompts.

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