Obscurity

Moxie Faye Morgan
2 min readMay 20, 2022

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A sad thing to see, a loss of beauty & to humanity indeed,

A man so unsure he is suspended in time,

Trapped in a boys world he keeps buried deep inside,

I fell for this boy, who struggles to be a man,

My biggest mistake was my willingness to understand,

Deep inside him was a land I call obscurity,

A place filled with doubt, a little loathing & consumed by insecurity,

I had resided in such a place, where you learn to hate yourself,

You cant stand every part you can see, even your own face,

Desperate to be something your not,

Constant comparisons & convincing yourself you need what you yet haven’t got,

You feed into your darkness, a void, an inner black hole,

Creating a monster & helping it grow,

It talks to you sometimes in whispers other times in shouts,

Always the dialogue is cruel & mean,

Chanting your shortcomings, filling your head with fears & doubts,

On & on this cycle goes, in this valley full of pity & woes,

Its not about who you are inside as it is out,

You despise having to look at yourself at all,

Never being at ease, especially without your clothes,

Its called a poor body image or something like that,

It makes that vortex you continually have to feed,

Really a want but feels like a need,

So much energy spent feeding a fragile ego,

What he was a slave to in reality, he didn’t even know,

Instead of a man full of power & conviction,

There cowers a small boy, begging for validation & attention,

A spirit torn apart and ripped asunder so shamefully,

I think to myself how that should have never come to be,

So with reckless abandon I re enter this heinous land,

I tell him I show him the way out & offer my hand,

His monster holds him completely ensnared,

He wont stop feeding the beast hes just far too scared,

I realize To face himself he is not prepared,

I wish he could see how this will never feel good,

And will always prevent him from being treated as he should,

But out of weakness & ignorance he chooses to stay,

So into his insecurity he will forever play,

to an ego impossible to quench forever bound,

In a painfully place of lack is where he will be found,

I walk away heart heavy with grief,

It hurts to see him go to say the least

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Moxie Faye Morgan

An unapologetic advocate of authenticity, in a life long love affair with words, self improvement junkie, entrepreneur & a proud mother of 3 kids & 3 dogs