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Poetry. Imposter Syndrome. Norse Mythology
Serpent in Your Mind: A Norse Psychology Poem
This Creature Names You: Imposter in Your Own Mind.
You are Midgard, only one of nine worlds.
You cannot see beyond your boundaries.
Cannot conceive of the image stone, rune-cast
mind-circling and massive serpent.
slithering and coiling, oiling in the darkness
of you.
This creature names you: imposter in your own mind.
You are only one world, middling and mundane.
Above you rides the long boats in the dark sky ocean.
Raiders built of ceramic muscles, shining with sea spray
Urged by the thin woman with a staff curled with silver
Undoubted men and women, fearless, surging into the unknown, where all is for the taking.
This is not you. Jörmungand encircles you,
tightens his caress around your deep-world mind
Weaving along the sea floor, rotten
in the cold but calm under-ocean
placid are you, lulled by the hissing in the silence of the room
