• I have a jar,
    Guess what’s inside it.
    It is filled with
    Everything I am,
    Everything I am that I loathe.
    This jar is longing to be free of.
    It does me, nor others, any good.

    More than anything in this world,
    I would love to heave this jar away.
    Relinquish it to one with patience,
    To one with will and understanding
    To face what I have so despised.
    To stay here by my side,
    To aid me with it’s overcoming.

    Yet, there is no such person.
    I have searched far and wide,
    High and low to be free of this sorrow.

    I bury it, yet there it is!
    Again by my side.
    I have dropped it into oceans,
    Here it bobs, a desolate top.

    If there were such a someone,
    I could not bear to watch them,
    Turn and bolt.
    Alone and melancholy
    I would be once more,
    Like many a time before.

    The cursed jar I can hold.
    I will shoulder it for only a time more
    With myself it will stay,
    For another’s happiness I will not risk.

    Oh I wonder, with no thought but one.
    I have a jar,
    Please guess what’s inside it.