The Covert Narcissist
Hidden behind a perfectly prepared cloak of invisibility
Personalised meticulously for this latest victim
Expertly woven from the delicate and fragile fibres
Of their current victim's soul.
Interlaced with personality traits
Vulnerabilities plucked, deepest secrets stolen
Intimate thoughts intertwined in the fabric
To be worn by this charming illusionist.
A victim, in awe of this love they have found
This soul mate so longed for, impossibly perfect
Whose shower of love and adoring affection
Diverts prying eyes as the power takes hold.
Lured by the cloak's alluring glow
The unlucky chosen is allowed beneath
As the enchantment continues to blind and mislead
Those outside the cloak in hypnotic bliss.
Any scent of suspicion expertly deflected
Angelic image professionally projected
Whilst the devil beneath it grows stronger and wiser
And the victim is quickly subdued.
As the cloak does its job of deceptive entrapment
The narcissist's game levels up
Coaxing their victim away from supporters
From safe and secure, to alone and unknown.
Gradually more fibres of being are transferred
From this kind, gentle human so carefully chosen
To the cloak of concealment that covers the shell
Of a victim whose pride has been covertly stolen.
Now it is easy to chip away at the prize
Dig in hard, twist the knife, confuse and deprive
Direct the performance without fear of discovery
Strip away at the few remaining wisps of sanity.
Only now is the master’s true identity revealed
But this poor broken soul isn't sure of their mind
Is it them? Or the other? They will carry the blame
Oblivious to the narcissist's overt burning flame.
Irreversibly traumatised, broken, tormented,
Ashamed, disbelieving, confused and forlorn
Yet, a tiny spark lives, igniting hope's flame
In the heart of a human who WILL live again.
Must escape from the cloak; take a breath, find the sun
Reach out for support, tell the truth, return home
But the cloak has no give, it binds tighter; it chokes
The secrets it keeps won't allow for release.
With luck, the time comes to break free, to tell all
To prove it's a fake, an insidious con
So the cloak is ripped, cut and torn, laid bare
Its fibres dispersed, disappeared, never there.
But unlike the weave so readily undone
The cloak's binding spell woven through life
Continues to seduce by illusionary entrapment
Non-believers ensnared; disbelief remains rife.
A victim left blamed for ruining this work of art
All sympathy reserved for their covert abuser
Who remains respected for their valiant morality
With whom ungrateful lies can never compete.
From one trauma to another. A cage, now a wall.
Insanity sanctioned. Raw pain set on fire.
Why can no-one see what has happened, the truth?
The insane insidiousness of covert abuse.
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh
Thu 23rd Mar 2023 11:13
This deserves a closer read, later.
Wed 22nd Mar 2023 21:46
This is a very powerful, moving poem, Vanessa, about an uncomfortable subject. Your reading brings out the rhythm and the rhyming aspect of the poem and the language is very rich.
Thank you for this.
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