What Is Jealousy?

 

What Is Jealousy?

Jealousy, a shadow cast at noon,
A serpent coiled beneath the moon.
It whispers sharp, with poison tongue,
In hearts of old, in minds so young.

A fleeting doubt, a roaring tide,
A burning ache we cannot hide.
Its roots dig deep, its vines entwine,
It turns the sweetest into brine.

It wears a mask of wounded pride,
A longing gaze we cannot abide.
It speaks of love, but sows despair,
It thrives on what it cannot share.

Its eyes are green, a bitter hue,
It feeds on envy, pure and true.
The spark it strikes ignites the flame,
It makes us cruel, it knows no shame.

It stirs when others seem to shine,
And questions, “Why is that not mine?”
A friend’s success, a lover’s glance,
A rival’s joy, a missed romance.

It grows from seeds of fear and lack,
From dreams we think we can’t get back.
From wounds unhealed, from pride unmet,
From promises we won’t forget.

It whispers softly in the night,
It steals the stars, it dims the light.
It tells us lies, it makes us weep,
It haunts our thoughts, it steals our sleep.

But jealousy is not our foe,
Though bitter truths it dares to show.
It speaks of wounds we must attend,
It guides the heart it tries to bend.

For jealousy is but a plea,
A mirror held for us to see.
The love we crave, the dreams we chase,
The hollow fears we cannot face.

It asks us, "What is it you seek?
What makes you feel so small, so weak?
What do you need to heal your soul,
To feel complete, to feel made whole?"

It points to love we’ve yet to give,
To joy suppressed, to ways we live.
It marks the places we must grow,
The truths we’ve buried, scared to know.

And so, though sharp its stinging pain,
Its lessons fall like healing rain.
It shows the paths we might create,
If we release the chains of hate.

For jealousy, when faced with grace,
Can teach us how to find our place.
To celebrate, not to compare,
To know abundance, not despair.

To trust the gifts that we possess,
To let go of the heart’s duress.
To see that love is not a race,
But something vast, a boundless space.

So let the serpent coil and hiss,
But don’t mistake its venom’s kiss.
It is a guide, a chance to learn,
A fire within that we must burn.

For jealousy is but a guide,
A teacher walking by our side.
It speaks of what we long to be,
And begs, “Awake! Set yourself free!”

Embrace the lessons it imparts,
The truths it hides within our hearts.
For once we see its fractured face,
We find our strength, we find our grace.

No longer green, its eyes grow clear,
It fades away, it disappears.
Its chains unbind, its hold gives way,
And light returns to claim the day.

So, jealousy, I honor thee,
For all the truths you show to me.
Though sharp your sting, though cruel your art,
You are a teacher of the heart.

And when your voice grows soft and still,
I’ll walk the path of my own will.
I’ll seek no more what others own,
For I have found my heart, my home.