The Power of Poetry

Learning the Value of Jealousy

Let Me Tell You About My Jealousy

“I was not happy with the jealousy. Until I found that it is just another form of love It’s not as strong as the other, but it makes me feel less alone somehow

So I praise the jealousy. I praise the jealousy that makes me feel less alone Sometimes I wonder though If there is something more than my pride, my vanity, and my ego to be jealous of? Do people really care about me? Or only about what is on the outside? And if it’s really just about what I perceive as being important and making me different, then why would I want to be jealous of someone else’s life? Because let’s be honest: Isn’t envy a universal emotion. Eclipsing it is the fear of being left behind and not belonging. Maybe that’s selfish.

But if I really am meant for something more, then why couldn’t it be just as important to me? Why would I have to get jealous of every little moment someone else is having? Or make myself die inside because they have a moment that I’m not? Maybe some sort of balance is needed.

But the balance I place in my life is just me. It isn’t love or loss or any other sort of thing that I could ever get jealous of. If I’m so jealous, it’s because I want to be alone. I want to live for myself and for no one else.”

Today’s society is consumed by social media and its power to make us feel like we’re not keeping up with the Joneses.

Jealousy is a very frustrating emotion. It can be a negative aspect of your personality and feed off of how you feel about yourself and others around you. On the other hand, jealousy can also be a positive thing that is constructive to your character. It could come from the desire for something that someone else has, such as power or beauty, or just wanting to do what they do better than them. There’s nothing wrong with feeling jealousy- it’s just part of who we are and where we come from- but the thing with it is: it shouldn’t consume us like in this poem when someone starts out with “I’m jealous… I’m angry… I’m bitter.”

The fire in my soul is a river on a black night, A deep pool of still water about to boil, A high tide swept the shoreline for miles. Jealousy can be a dark and heavy burden that weighs you down and prevents you from shining bright like moonlight on water. It can be like an anchor that keeps stretching the chain of your heart.

Poetry is everywhere 💚 But the question is, how much do you love it?

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