Here is a poem that is fresh and dear to my heart. I struggle with this...I say many prayers and send energy that this will be resolved. Inspired by a struggle with a narcissist whick I have endured for years.
The Secret Circle, the Cycle.. Goes On
What really matters is my integrity,
Valuing honor, kindness, and sheer honesty,
Actively different, he says "You are bad,"
Invisible and feeling so sad....
No one sees, the secret circle, the cycle... goes on.......
From entrapment and such horrible shame,
My awful memories, filled with such blame.
But my values, my shield,
They protect me-fear concealed.
Whispering the secret circle, the cycle goes on.......
From dysfunction and crazy despair.
Kept alive, living in a frightening nightmare.
His narcissistic dysfunction the norm,
Over time, our perfect storm,
Whispering the secret circle, the cycle goes on.....
When there's only negative left to instill,
And my dying soul he's determined to kill,
I stand tall, grab my shield,
Gain strength, let me be healed....
I command, "Stop this cycle, now I should be gone!"
Tired of games and manipulative tricks,
energy sapped by his narcissistic kicks,
I gained strength, left disgraced,
I looked back .... "Damn it, I'm... replaced!"
Seeing the circle, the cycle goes on.....
To my daughter, I call, " He's a fraud!
It's an act and he's terribly flawed."
She says, "I belong....he loves me!"
and he's changed now, you'll see,"
I cry, "The circle, the cycle goes on......"
The circle, the cycle, is firm...
And the narcissist just waits like a worm,
For his new blood to entice,
Like a chameleon, changeably nice...
And I sob, "I failed...the circle, the cycle, goes on....."
All that's left, to myself to be true,
A tear fell, I waved then whispered "adieu,"
My daughter an adult,
Victimized, the result.........
Head down, tears streaming........
I'm screaming, "The circle, the cycle goes on...."
