The Girl With A Glass Bottle (A Poem)

The Girl With A Glass Bottle

Once there was a little girl
With a little glass bottle
And every time she had a bad thought
Running across her mind

She would chase it and catch that thought
In her little hands
Write it down before it got away
On a small piece of paper

She would plop that written note
Into her little glass bottle
And every time she did
The little glass bottle became less little

She wrote once a day
Then twice a day
Even three times
Until it was ten times

Her smile became faint
An image erased by the wind
Her laugh became distant
Stuck in the past

And soon enough
That little glass bottle
Became too heavy for her
To toss from one hand to the other

Until finally she was unable
To move the bottle any further
Down her path
To her future

And the people behind her
Who also came down that path
To their future
Started to pass her
Soon, she started offering pennies
To people passing by
Asking if they could help her
Carry that huge bottle

And those people
Took the pennies
And left her
Refusing to give her a hand

And then she ran out
Of her precious pennies
Everyone barley paying
Any attention to her problem

So now, she sits there
With her bottle, no pennies
And her pool of tears
Only hoping

Hoping for someone to stop and help her
Carry that huge bottle
And throw it out into the water
To relieve her from this mess

Once there was a little girl
With a little glass bottle
And every time she had a bad thought
Running across her mind

She was too weak to go catch it
Too weak to write it down
Too weak to plop it into the glass bottle
Too weak to get up

She was too weak to carry
What once was
A little glass bottle
Any further down the path