~Poems~

Escaping The Glass Jar

I hold my breath.

Here I am, stuck.

I let my hande wander around on the cold inside of the glass jar, where I'm held.

I see people walk outside.

They all have big smiles.

But I'm stuck in here.

With the last strength left in me, I try to break the glass.

One punch becomes a hundred.

But nothing seems to crack it.

People are living happily outside.

But I'm still stuck.

Another kick but for what?

Frustration is growing bigger, I WANT TO GET OUT!

But nothing seems to break the glass jar.

Here I am, inside of it, struggling.

People are confused by my wish to get out of it.

The glass jar seems safe, doesn’t it?

Wrong.

I hate it.

People say they'd never escape.

I try once again escaping by hitting it.

Same as before, it stays whole.

So I sit down, elbows on my knees.

I have to wait.

In a few years, the glass jar will be opened.

In a few years, I will be free.

But I have to wait.

Until then, I'll be planning by future outside the glass jar.

The glass jar, that seems so safe, but isn't.