When you’ve been hurt, destroyed by a narcissist from hell,
You feel like you’ve been run over by a semi loaded with heavy logs,
Psychic roadkill on life’s bitter highway.
No exit, no rest stop, no parking in the median, speed limit zero.
Armed with new-found knowledge of surrender,
You drag your psychic carcass up the hills of dawn,
Hoping to escape oncoming traffic, semis loaded, speeding to the exit.
Will you make it before being struck again, and again, and again?
Psychic roadkill on life’s bitter highway,
Speeding to redemption?
Picking up pieces of your soul
Scattered by the careless driver
Sucking up your love, trust, memory,
Stealing your heart and hope.
When will it end?
When you have no more love, trust, memory?
When you have no more heart or hope?
When you’ve lost your soul on the narcissist’s interstate?
No road signs here,
Just forgotten corpses
Of lost love and corruption.
Just bits of betrayed dreams.
No exit, except on the shovels of road crews
Scraping up remnants of your soul
Heedless of your pain and scars,
Immune to your suffering and despair…
© 2015 Linda L Labin, PhD