Jealousy's Quiet Growth

Jealousy’s Ivy

“Jealousy is an insidious visitor.

It arrives unannounced, slipping in quietly,

unnoticed at first—until it is rooted deep,

feeding on insecurities and doubts,

growing and curling like ivy around the heart.”

Jealousy is an insidious guest,

A shadowed whisper on the edge of breath,

It slips through the door you didn’t close tight,

A wisp, a tendril, obscured from sight.

At first, it’s only a fleeting sound,

A murmur in rooms where joy resounds,

A glance that lingers too long on a face,

A feeling that leaves but a trace.

Oh, jealousy knows the subtler roads,

Through paths of doubt, it swiftly goes.

It finds each crack, each hidden fear,

Roots slipping down where love was clear.

In moments hushed, it creeps,

In silence, it lays seeds deep.

A look, a laugh, a casual word—

No wrong is spoken, no harm is heard.

But still, it grows in secret shade,

Feeding on the doubts we’ve made.

It curls, it twists, around the heart,

Ivy born from fears kept apart.

Oh, jealousy knows the wounds unhealed,

The hopes unrealized, the truths concealed.

It coils, it winds in darkened veins,

Silent, choking, yet none complains.

At first, you don’t feel its careful grip,

Its gentle cling, its subtle nip.

Like vines on stone, it weaves unseen,

Beneath the surface, sharp and keen.

And soon, your words are coloured green,

Your laughter wears an obscene shade.

Innocence fades, leaving stains

Of envy’s hue, and growing pains.

It tightens in the dead of night,

Where dreams once free are held too tight.

A friend’s success, a lover’s gaze,

Turned sour in jealousy’s haze.

With every inch it takes, it feeds

On hunger masked as rightful needs,

Twisting joy into tangled lies,

As beauty pales and bright love dies.

Oh, jealousy, you craft with skill

A fortress of envy, made to kill.

You wrap around like ivy’s might,

Climbing, choking out the light.

And yet, you’re fragile as you’re fierce,

Brittle bonds that pride can pierce.

For roots that hold can also break,

If truth we dare at last awake.

To free the heart, one must begin

To face the vines grown thick within,

To find the strength, the sharp-edged shears

To cut through doubt and tangled fears.

Yet still, there lies that darker side,

A part that can’t release its pride,

A soul that harbors shadowed flaws,

That envies, even as it claws.

Oh, jealousy, insidious friend,

How long, how deep will your roots descend?

For though we try to wrest you free,

Your grasp has spread too intricately.

The heart once kind, the soul once whole,

Now fractured by this poisoned goal.

You thrive on envy, drink despair,

And choke on every whispered prayer.

So let this be a final plea

To tear away jealousy’s tree,

For only then will love regain

A place unbound, unscarred by pain.

And if we fail, let ivy reign,

To twist and tangle all in vain—

For jealousy’s an endless fight,

A shadowed guest, a thief of light.