Sometimes I wish I could keep my thoughts in Jar,
Set it down and examine it from afar.
Thoughts that worry me, locked up tight.
Hidden under my bed, now out of sight.
Ideas that I can save for a rainy day,
Encased in a shell of glass or clay.
Sometimes I wish I could keep my thoughts in a Jar,
So when I feel myself spiraling hard,
I can pluck the darkness from my head,
And place them in a jar instead.
Maybe then I can get some rest.
It’s been awhile, I must confess.
Sometimes I wish I could keep my thoughts in Jar,
The ones that haunt me and continue to scar.
Ones that I’ll take to a cliff so steep.
And throw them far and into the deep.
Only to sink to the ocean floor,
To be forgotten forevermore.
By the Brooke 