Envy Poem by Timothy Branch

I’d run a little harder against you if I knew there was a competition between you and I.
You would get a better workout if against a both parties agreed to the competition.
It is no fair to your own despair, your choice not to share your disdain with the one in whom you give this burdensome attention and care.
Don’t be so selfish just share not stare.
Dare to go there but fear tells you that your subject will not really care.
Come on, do not go it alone.
Fear keeps insecurities secure in the obscurity of the heart.
Bitterness is only satisfied when it shreds ones heart.
Now look at the result of this.
The butterfly effortlessly continues to fly by.
But this downward spiral takes you to a low place where the envied butterfly doubles back.
Relief rendered by the one upon whom your energies once centered.
Forgiveness requires you to let loose yourself of strife and mess.
Light is the burden of envy’s eviction from loves space.