Poem: The Narcissistic Mom

In shadows cast by an ego's flame,

A mother's love turned ego's game.

A narcissistic heart, so cold and bright,

In her own reflection, she found delight.

Her gaze a mirror, to her own desires,

She stoked the flames, stoked the fires.

Her love, a currency, a twisted dance,

Control and praise her only chance.

Yet beneath her surface, a yearning grew,

For validation, for love that's true.

A child's heart, seeking warmth and care,

Lost in the narcissistic mother's snare.

She spun a web of twisted lies,

A masterpiece of self-serving ties.

Her needs above all, she'd constantly proclaim,

Her child a pawn in her self-centered game.

But in the midst of the stormy night,

The child found strength, found inner light.

No longer captive to her mother's gaze,

A journey to healing, to brighter days.

For scars may mark where wounds have been,

Yet healing's possible from deep within.

The narcissistic mother's grip may fade,

As self-love and strength begin to cascade.

In the end, a phoenix can arise,

From ashes of pain, to reclaim the skies.

The child, now grown, finds freedom's embrace,

Escaping the shadows, finding their own space.

So here's to those who've overcome,

The clutches of a narcissistic mom.

May your heart find solace, your spirit mend,

As you break free and heal, on love's path ascend.