When I look in the mirror, I can sometimes glimpse the Goddess.
When the Morrigan looks in the mirror, she can sometimes glimpse the Goddess.
The Goddess doesn’t exist. The Goddess is so, so real.
When I look in the mirror, I can sometimes glimpse the Goddess.
When the Morrigan looks in the mirror, she can sometimes glimpse the Goddess.
The Goddess doesn’t exist. The Goddess is so, so real.
I love how intense your simple poem is.
Thank you! What’s funny is that I didn’t even think of it as a poem when I wrote it. I just wanted to get the words down.