In the quiet corners of the heart’s domain,
Where shadows dance and whispers softly play,
Envy weaves its intricate, unseen chain,
Binding thoughts in colors of a muted gray.
It gazes with eyes of longing and desire,
At what it lacks and wishes to possess,
A silent flame that fuels the inner fire,
Yet leaves the soul in restless, deep distress.
The heart, a vessel caught in tempest’s hold,
Yearns for the light that others seem to find,
But envyâs grasp is cold, its touch is bold,
It blinds the eye and clouds the troubled mind.
Yet in the struggle, wisdom finds its voice,
To see beyond what envy tries to hide,
To find the grace in making a new choice,
And walk a path where peace and love abide.