Jars

What if each individual tear held within it one minuscule bit of the reason you were crying? And you could catch them in a glass jar and hold them up to your face and see the tiny bits of your pain and sorrow stirring and intertwining inside. Maybe you would understand it better. Or maybe you would feel a little lighter, knowing at least a fraction of it was outside of yourself and not still hiding in some dark, damp corner of your heart.