Through The Looking Glass….
After the seminar today
When I was in the Dojo on my own
In my wheelchair
I saw myself in the mirror
Old, crippled
It wasn’t me
Not who I am
It was like I was dead
Out of my body
My reflection was like a photograph
Of me when I was alive
My family saying
That was my dad, granddad
I could see my father
My grandfather
My family line back to the beginning
I was the one with no war medals
But still had all the scars
And the missing limb
I sat frozen
Mesmerised
Like looking into the future
Through the looking glass
A life full of a different kind of wars
Eating me up
Bit by bit
Physically
Emotionally
Mentally
Spiritually
Surviving them all
To do what I did today
A different legacy
Maybe I should’ve taken that photograph.
By Steve Rowe