Jealousy, Hatred, Envy, and Insecurity These evil fellows I’ve come to know. They slither and scheme Watching and waiting, Sensing the second My guard is down. Their attack is sharp And so deep It stings and bites Exposing my scars. They blindside And de-rail At moments Most vulnerable. They’re disguises Are cleaver Some days looking A little to much like Me and …you. They’re nasty basters Born in the pit of hell Claiming all As their victims. They’re weapons Are words For they know The pain they inflict To strangle, suffocate, trap, and confine. I’ve found But one escape From these evil gents, To dive deep into My well of love, And stay immersed Till every crack, crevice, And broken part filled. Their attack is quick My response quicker. Intended to wound I to heal. They desire engagement I desire peace - Which comes when I quietly … walk away!