LITTLE JAR


LITTLE JAR

by blue




 Somewhere in a world unlike our own 

lived jars who can talk and jars who can walk.


They stood like humans would do,

and talked like they were one too.

They were peculiar creatures, to us if we'd see.

But to each other they weren't that different like you and me.


In this town of open jars lived a child who was small

Who wasn't like the older jars who lived in town at all.

She couldn't reach the tall shelves or the high chairs

She couldn't jump that high up either or climb the tall stairs.


"Oh, how cute you are, my dear child of clear glass,"

Her grandmother once remarked as her house she once passed.

"It's been awhile since I saw a jar your small height, my dear

I would have thought your got taller since your last visit here."


"I wished it was so," said she holding back tears

"I loathe to be the same height for all of my years."

The child fretted and worried and as soon as she did,

A liquid glow of something filled her up to the brim.


"Oh my," said her grandmother, "be wary my dear.

Be careful of what you feel or you might overspill."

The child look bewildered, she didn't understand.

Spill what, she wondered, was there something in her hand?


Her mother said the same but with an angrier tone.

"Keep yourself in check!" words that rattled her bones.

She checked too often for something she didn't understand

Too careful and obedient, suffocated by her own hand.


So now out and about she ventured in the woods

Little jar filled with a glowing hidden by a hood.

She ran from one tree then out to the meadow

She watched the pretty blooms like the sunflower yellow.


Out and about she got her little fun

Wandering the forest as she went on a run

She wanted to forget how her parents had scolded,

"You're too small so be careful!" all at once they had shouted.


I am careful. I have always been, she thought.

Not a day she forgot how her situation left her in fraught.

She didn't understand their warnings like riddles to her ears,

Aside from being belittled, what else was there to fear?


Then after a moment she saw a four legged animal

Majestic and elegant, it's walk was poised and regal.

It had antlers that branched and seem to touch the skies

It was tall and it was fast, all the things she wished she has.


She watched and she yearned and cried a little by herself

She almost wished she could take away that elegance for herself.

She stalked and she hid and she watched like a hawk

Wondering if she had such regalness, her parents would no longer talk.


They wouldn't have to hide her away in shame.

They wouldn't have to be disappointed with her name.

Little jar would be no more, not there nor here..

Would they trade little jar for a better one like this deer?


She watched and she yearned and cried a bit still

She stared and she lingered, till something filled her to the brim

A murky gray liquid went over as she thought of cruel things

Like the death of the beautiful deer who did no bad thing.


Slowly the grey went and spilled over her eyes

Till nothing but black was the only color that lies

In front and beyond she couldn't see a thing

Till alas she fell over too heavy to bear everything.


Too small was her space inside that everyone feared

For such a thing to happen, so dreadful it was here.

Little jar could not quell the toxic goo till it was late

Toxic envy spilled on the grass with death as their fate.

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