Mason Jars

I’ve been raised to climb into mason jars

Folks poking holes in my tinted steel sky

Thinking their lessons will

Help me breathe easier.

Some find me suffocating in

Self-made crystal prisons

They lift me above their head

Dashing this transparent oppression at their feet

Impaling me with my own mistakes

Please. Don’t.


Grip the body of this perceived silence

Use the other to hold the barrier to the solution.


Use your force to carefully ease them away from each other