A poem by Tiziano Thomas Dossena
THE MIRROR
I stare at the reflection:
It does not move.
His face carries the signs of time,
He is frowning,
Showing disgust,
But why?
Who is this other me to judge?
I once was a child,
A young man full of hopes
And dreams
And now I have to suffer
His contempt and his sneers
As if he was feeling sorry for me.
But the real me is inside,
Young as always,
Though father and survivor,
Ready to climb the highest mountain,
To play with the sand,
To live in a castle
Without being judged
For what he is not anymore:
That reflection in the mirror.
(From No Distance Between Us – The Next Collection (edited by Robert Savino and James P Wagner; translated by Monica Barba; published by Local Gems Press, 2020)






