And I've been thinking about it lately
That in the covers of judgement maybe,
With every despicable breath in my body
I'm breeding a life choked with jealousy.

An oddity fluently found in others
Yet, for self, hardest to admit.
Ravaged in a war with conscience
A vehement endeavour against forfeit.

For the concern of evading shame
Precedes over growth,
And the denial of deed
Seeks for a soul to blame.

Admit.
And the chains instantly melt
The struggle with self hereby fades.
© smudgemark