Ajar

A mason Jar is so defined
by what things lie within
The glass and lid, forgettable
Filled not, mean less than skin

Though painted, can originate
Though jeweled, can please the eye
But decor'd glass with empty fill
Will not be soon to buy

And so what hope lies for the Jar,
Whose insides have spilled through?
Once butter spread or soap been pumped,
Is his fate emptied too?

But no, for Jars have heavy lids
Still light enough to lift
So unscrew that which keeps things out
And outside, let in-drift

And filled this Jar will become
With sunshine, light of day
And re-secured
the lid will keep

Rain or dark away.

Oh, how I wish to be a Jar
To be filled by whats outside.
But rather, I have sturdy walls
Trapped darkness in, reside.