A Funny Thing
Jealousy is a funny thing.
When you feel you deserve
The most, the best, the very first
Or when you feel you can give
The most, the best everytime-
But then another is looked to.
A seed of jealousy eventually sprouts
When forced to covet
What you feel belongs to you.
Roots of biitterness grow
In anger on a stem of frustration
With leaves of depression,
Watered by self pity, confusion
And tinged by the heat
Of hatred and humiliation.
Your flower wilts and dries
Being choked by this weed
In need of water and sun-
Timely words and
Acts of kindness,
Like the dew of Mt. Carmel.
The morning's healing mist
And tears of yesterday's grief
Accompanied by forgiveness
Will scorch the tares and
Will bind your wounds
And mend your broken heart.
You will be nourished.
You will blossom
And eventually laugh again.
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