Candy Jar

I found a candy jar

It had my name written on it

and it was so pretty.

Like something I had always wanted.

Sure, it had a few scuff marks

but it shined like golden sparks

Sure, it was a bit too heavy

but i was so ready

to have something that was all mine.

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I couldn't wait to dig into my candy jar.

It was layered neatly

With all my favorite things

comforting

sweet

love.

But the deeper I went

I found thorns

shards

dirt.

remnants of sticky old honey

that made the shards

stick to my skin.

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All of a sudden,

it was hurting

to keep going back in the candy jar

until I didn't want to anymore.

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I tried to tell myself,

just wash your hand,

and try again

but my skin still stung

my nerves were wrung.

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I have yet to find

the salve that will solve

this hurt inside.

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Until then

I’ll just live with it

This candy jar.

That’s all mine.

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(This is an old poem of mine, I've reworked it. I may have posted it here using my now deleted older account u/forcemystic)