The Jar

Bottled up within me

Deep down in my core

Lies a jar that’s over flowing

With something I don’t want anymore.

I want to take that bottle

And smash it to the ground,

Ridding myself of its contents,

Before it causes me to drown.

 

But the bottle just refuses

To come into the light,

It doesn’t want to be scrutinized,

So it stays hidden from my sight. 

So I sit partially submerged,

Because the jar refuses to budge.

The jar has taken over my life,

Because I held a grudge.