The Clearance Rack

I am an expensive antique. I am handmade. I am unique. I am beautiful. I am made with solid carefully selected wood. I am art.

A boy I love vanished from my company. He doesn't write, he doesn't call. Was he unhappy with the antique? Was my texture not to his liking? Did my polish not suite his mountain style?

I am an expensive antique. I am handmade. I am unique. I am beautiful. I am made with solid carefully selected wood. I am art.

I was replaced at work with a more mature, weathered, tested piece. Did I not match the other furniture? Were my legs not sturdy enough? Was I not serving my function?

I am an expensive antique. I am handmade. I am unique. I am beautiful. I am made with solid carefully selected wood. I am art.

I was thrown out. The man who had watched my creation and created the environment of peace and love to foster my elegance and refinement decided that I was ugly. I was a waste of wood.

I am an expensive antique. I am handmade. I am unique. I am beautiful. I am made with solid carefully selected wood. I am art.

Right?

How many times must I get rejected? How many times must I be returned? How many times must I be declared not good enough, lacking, defective, before I can't believe it anymore! What am I worth? I am only worth what someone will pay for me! They bring it home and keep it for a time and take it back! Whether it is because you don't match or because they found something better or because they simply would rather have nothing that have you, you have been returned!

Yes. I am an expensive antique. I am handmade. I am unique. I am beautiful. I am made with solid carefully selected wood. I am art.

But I am on the clearance rack.