Not for Sale by Shantelle ‘Elle’ McLin

By Raja's Insight on September 23, 2019 • ( 1 )

I cannot rot in lowered confidence until it decomposes me

It seems the only thing by my side these days is time

As time fades away, it stales the moment

Dry, brittle, crack feelings in its crumb-like existence

Hoping it will turn into sawdust inside my mind

But as the particles remain, so does remnants of my faith

Spilled milk spoiled,

Crying over wasted emotional goods that have expired…

Not great for a newer display for this assumed commodity

Never wanting to be out of season and in the clearance department

Sold at a price below my worth

At a cost, less a few cents of a bill

Seems the shelf-life of my self-esteem was not imperishable

And unbeknownst to me how to preserve it in a jar

The preparation of the presentation of prettied wax paper and a bow

It did nothing for the sale of intentions

Just distracted you, the window observer from looking at tampered merchandise

Now hoping to go back to the Manufacturer to become a better product

The conveyor belt on this assembly line is no good for me

I’ve been renewed and repackaged and yet there is no other creation like me

There is no way I can be re-shelved

I am not a buyer’s product; there isn’t an online auction for me

My Inventor proud of his repair, displayed me after He refurbished

Tagged “Not for Sale”

Hoping WORTH becomes a billboard and others would want it

Excerpt from the book Beyond Nursery Rhymes; Real Life Tales

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About the Author

Recreational writing began for this author at the age of 9 in journal formatting. Her creativeness was sparked in Middle school during a notable visit to the library with her best friend. With an outdated range of selections, she instantly identified with the poets’ generations before her; she had found her outlet.

While facing great personal difficulties, Elle treated poetry as a feel-good remedy to her melancholic episodes. This would become freeing to a young and timid adolescent, as she discovered her voice. Writing would become a soother and her pen, a microphone to express her challenges.