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 casca