Fool Of What I Should Be Poem by Lindsey Wolf

I watch my reflection before the mirror
filled with emotion
over come with tears
the figure in the glass watches my every motion
as if telling me I have no reason to fear.

The church bells chime
in the nearby distance
attending their joyous times but never mine
for people like me, the bells keep their distance
as to why I could never define.

My background is empty, no people there
only the bare dressing room as my guest
no blushing bride maids at my sides to wear
no joy and good wishes in my heart to manifest
meanwhile meeting, that figure's empty stare.

And I make my way from this room to the alter
the pews filled with joyous specters of those before me
their happy expression does not falter
before frowning at the reflection of what a bride can be.

It's like God has abandoned me on my wedding day,
all because I am gay.