Jars
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Jars:
A. J. Darkholme:
Jars
I feel their eyes like swarms of flies;
Like shadows judging shade
To them I’m just “the one with jars”
A welcome, overstayed
But in these jars is who I am,
Each tear I’ve ever cried,
My blood, my sweat, and each regret,
My Jekyll’s inner Hyde
I keep not secret what I feel
My lips, they tell no lies
I keep no cards stashed up my sleeve
These jars, my only prize
So if it seems I hold too tight
Or gave up long ago
Just know I’ve not, ‘cause all I’ve got
Are things I can’t let go
Kept tight in jars for all to see
They stay here by my side
Despite the fires of judgement cast
From eyes of passers-by
But til the days they look within
At what they fear to show
They’ll go on living, so misled
By what they think they know.
- A. J. Darkholme (April 2015)
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