I woke up from a dream, and wrote it down. I could see myself, or not quite myself, repeated through endless variations. Are these the woman that have born the same name as I? I have only had them described, in stories, I do not know if they are even true.
What are they to me, are they like sisters, or copies. Reflections of myself, or am I really, their reflections. I watch them as they perform their abilities, some are like me, just skilled. But then, there are others, who I cannot imagine having such power. Is it power, or just a skill I do not know?
Often beside them, is a sister, even if it is in spirit. An then there is Mother, always, there. Somehow she is always the same, even if she looks different. I can just recognize her every time I see her. Is she here, watching me?
I have so many questions without answers.
What are they to me, are they like sisters, or copies. Reflections of myself, or am I really, their reflections. I watch them as they perform their abilities, some are like me, just skilled. But then, there are others, who I cannot imagine having such power. Is it power, or just a skill I do not know?
Often beside them, is a sister, even if it is in spirit. An then there is Mother, always, there. Somehow she is always the same, even if she looks different. I can just recognize her every time I see her. Is she here, watching me?
I have so many questions without answers.
