My Mind

My mind is like a glass jar

With empty, open space.

When something happens to fall in,

It bounces all over the place.

People place things in my jar,

Their worries, doubts and fears.

No one takes into regard

Slowly the edge nears.

Finally, I reach the point

Where I can't hold another speck!

I'm filled to the brim and there's

No space in my wide-rimmed neck.

Maybe someone can smash me

Into the smallest pieces.

I would be broken, but relieved

When my burden releases.

Or is there another way?

Perhaps someone could

Come by and empty me.

I truly wish they would.

My mind is like an empty jar

People like to put things in.

For once, I wish that they

Would ask how I've been.