Out of the Mirror's Maze

In the shadow of grandeur, where false suns did glare,

Lived I, beneath the gaze, in a narcissist's lair.

Their light, like a lighthouse, shone bright but misled,

Guiding not to safe harbor, but to tumult instead.

Words woven like silk, in a dazzling display,

Promised heavens and stars, but led hearts astray.

Mirrors for their souls, yet in them, I saw naught.

But my own reflection, in their battles, I fought.

In the dance of their ego, I lost my own beat,

Echoing steps that were never meant for my feet.

Yet beneath their illusion, a truth lay so stark,

In the quiet, my whisper outshone their false spark.

Surviving a narcissist, like escaping a storm,

Finding strength in the stillness, in my own form. Learning that love,

the true kind, begins within, A light that no shadow, no facade can ever dim.

From the ashes of chaos, a new self arose, rooted in self-respect, where true

freedom grows. Beyond the horizon, past their cunning guise, I discovered a world seen through my own eyes.

So here I stand, in a world that's wide and vast, free from the shadow, the narcissist's cast.

In surviving, I found a much brighter way.

Where my soul speaks its truth, and in light, I stay.