Loki heard my name, but fears to look me in the eye.
To bluff those surrounded with their own demons leaves only truths to stare back at him
Loki Heard my name, but fears to play with me
To play with those who have been played leaves only truths to stare back at him
Loki heard my name, but fears to flyt with me
To flyt with those who breathes with the fabric of their own soul will return with bare truths
Loki heard my name but dares not turn his back.
To turn away from those stabbed countless times, know what’s needed to do the same.
Loki heard my name, but knew not to tease,
To tease the battle-wounded gives wrath from the valkyrie.
Loki may go to his daughter Hel for a box of my last breath,
Only to find out she keeps it safe from my own incursions to her domain for the same thing.
Hel fears me while holding bandages ready for my coming.
Odin warmly prepares the table
Valkyries ready their steeds,
Loki knows my name but I’m not the one afraid.
Let Odin walk beside me on every road I go. For one eye can guide more than two.
Let Thor protect me from the storms you need help with, to weather the worst.
Let Tyr give me courage when I have to fight and a shield when I need to defend.
Let Freyja guard and safely keep my soul while I heal from burnt wingtips.
Let Freyr grant me pleasure in my loving and my loving of others
Let Bragi give me eloquence in the words I say and share the spark amongst others.
Let Aedgir keep the oceans calm when I sail uncharted waters
Let Skadi guide me to see my compass through life when I need direction.
Let Vor reveal everything of worth so I have the knowledge to choose worth over face.
Let Idun remind me to bathe and hydrate, to give me the tools to be strong.
Let Heimdall watch, For every step I take is my own and together with those around me
Let Frigga weave a spell keeping me from harm and learn to live without it.
Never let Loki know my name.
(Based and inspired on a poem by John Anthony Fingleton)
a poem by myself
There are many days I feel all alone,
no matter how large the hug or forest I am in.
There are many days I don’t know if I’ll see the next,
no matter the help I get with my monsters.
There are many days I believe more in the potential
of others than in my own,
no matter how deep I am grounded within myself..
No matter how bad I get or how lost I feel,
I wish I could promise to hold onto hope.
I want to be greater than what I suffer,
because in the darkness,
there can be… discovery,
there can be… possibility,
there can be… freedom,
once somebody illuminates it.
I still share my darkness and my illuminations through my life,
because that act can unconsciously give others the strength and
inspiration to do the same for those who crave to overcome
their own monsters.
– Poem named after the only star I could see through the window during my first of 5 clinical admissions during this PTSD crisis.
– After reading, if you’d like, listen the song “Dona Nobis Pacem 2” by Max Richter. As I feel it has a strong emotional connection to the spirit of the poem.
– Artwork made by myself, vector art based off photo references of a misty path through a forest in Ireland.