Exclusively Elusive

I originate in the eyes of critical minds, searching for something of the unique kind.

I pick, I choose, I get tossed around, looking for others seeking to be found.

They try to capture me, with deserving hope. But I elude their grasp, I look away and say nope.

It's not their turn and it's not their fault, I'm hidden away like an unseen vault.

I bring with me a feeling of praise, when I finally meet you, I'm sure to amaze.

Wherever I land is anyone's guess, the critical minds agree, when to say next.

I'm filled with joy and spread much glory. Who am I? I am the Top Story.

Will you ever find me? Well, that depends on you. Keep writing, keep striving, beat the odds and break through...

Thanks for stopping by. If you liked this poem, check out one from my early days of crafting poetry. This one was the result of not having anyone to talk to about my problems as a teenager.