By Bethany Jade McDonnell
I placed all my worries in a glass jar,
with hope that you would be gentle.
I tied it with a little ribbon on the top,
with hope it would be pretty enough for you.
I screwed on the lid extra tight,
with hope you would care enough to try to open it.
After the first time you smashed it,
I gave to you another glass jar of my worries.
Though this second time I didn’t screw that lid on tight,
with hope that you had enough care to try again.
Yet still after the second time you smashed it,
I was stupid enough to give you a third jar of my worries.
Though this time I didn’t tie it off with a little ribbon,
with hope you would see the real and raw issues.
Yet again the jar ended up in a million pieces.
You were never gentle,
It was never pretty enough for you,
And you never cared enough.
That poor glass jar…
Are we still talking about glass jars?
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