Man in the Mirror

By Sam Dotson

A pockmarked face,

marred by decision and derision,

marked by contention.

I don’t look like such a young man anymore.

Staring straight into those eyes;

meet a man who tells no lies.

Not to me,

not to you.

He wears his wares upon his chin,

as tears they wear upon his cheeks,

and smile lines race against his pursing lips.

A face so seldom understood,

worn by pages made from wood.

In the mirror, seeing leather…

What is a man, but a bird without feather?

I want to fly

so high in the sky

and with my little eye,

a thousand little things I’d spy.

Not the least of which is you, me,

the one I cannot help but be.

That one inside the mirror I see.

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Sam Dotson is a fourth year Anthropology major at the University of Cincinnati and he has been writing on and off since he was about 16. Currently, his goal is just to make enough money from his writing that he can travel and write even more about it! If you want to see more, you can check out his website, poemsbysam.com, where he posts daily.

Featured art: Grayscale Photo of Human Hand by Amine M’Siouri