Jenna Barber Poet Rhyme

The jar

Growing up I was small 
I constantly hit the wall 
I tried to be the best I could 
And always felt misunderstood 
I felt so far away 
And stuck somewhere I shouldn’t stay 
A broken family wildly torn 
Later something I would mourn 

I chased peaks way to high 
And never got to touch the sky 
I fought demons in my sleep 
In my head they would creep 

I punched walls and screamed loud 
Did all the things I wasn’t allowed
In the sea I floated away 
My heart I just couldn’t convey 

My friends watched a darkness take over 
All my anger would spillover 
I tried to put my feelings in my art 
But eventually that fell apart 
Luckily I found a new start 

I am changed from my past 
Nothing ever truly lasts 
So I look towards the sun 
Broke the jar and said “I’m done.”

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