Jamming Frustration

This ancient jar of jam..
A recently discovered gem
buried in the clutter of my fridge.. 

Between me and the contents 
is a determined lid
that keeps freshness in
and contaminating air out..

This cover vacuumed sealed
and reinforced by time
can not be freed
by the brute force of me..

So the locked treasure goes
back into the Frigidaire abyss..

Residing out of sight
in the shadows 
safe from the door activated light
as to not torment my soul
with the shame of my past weakness..

Perhaps someday
a stronger future generation
will release this beast
for now safely tucked away
in chilled obscurity