Suffering from Obsessive Envy
by Elouise
Portrait of a Woman Suffering
from Obsessive Envy,
Théodore Géricault
I know this dour woman
The look in her eyes
The slightly raised brow
The half-smirking mouth.
Her hunched-over shoulders
Unkempt weary hair
Tired peasant bonnet
and weighty brown cloak.
Bloodshot with envy,
Her eyes keep sharp watch
Marking others’ good fortune
As were it her loss.
Am I not entitled?
Do I not slave harder?
How dare they be happy
At my poor expense.
Dear Lady, I know you.
You cower in my heart;
Your anger, your silence,
Your pride, your fierce want.
Look at me if you dare
Look me straight in the eye
Describe your resentments,
The dreams you saw die.
Weep long if you must
For the life you have led;
Sit here on this bench
Let me wipe your tears dry.
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© Elouise Renich Fraser, 19 March 2015
“Théodore Géricault hiena de Salpêtrière”
by Jean Louis Théodore Géricault – Unknown.
Licensed under Public Domain via Wikimedia Commons
Thank you Lord that you care. I have been that woman a time ago. Elouise this is such a tender thought. Thank you for sharing with us.
Much love Tom
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You’re so welcome. Yes, she’s a frightfully familiar figure. But now I know better how to disarm her. Because Jesus disarmed me with love, not shame.
Elouise
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This reminds me so much of me.
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Oh…I know the feeling. Thanks for the comment.
Elouise
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