But now I am found

Engulfed by her welcoming wing,
on her two feet I stand.
Her beauty overshadows me and I
recall the overwhelming jealousy.

My emerald eyes are spiked,
with tears of losing her.
I cower in her wake as she protects
me from my clumsy failed attempts to strive.

Clinging on, I push her away,
and find comfort in her shadow.
I'm taunted by her excellence, although
I'ts always me to paint the picture green.

And then I see the sunlight;
I venture from her loving warmth,
and crawl away from everything I know
to seek my own mistakes in solitude.

Triumphantly I greet the welcome breeze,
uncovering myself, I set her free
and the glory astounds me.

But
no longer is there laughter
and
no secrets do we share.
Alone am I with no shoulder to borrow.

The light is bright when I am unprotected.
The wounds are deep and they refuse to heal.

I pray, Lord;
Forgive me my arrogance.
Pardon my deceit.
Your prodigal son has returned.

Amen.

(age 16)