This Poem Is Called Mirror
This poem is called mirror
By Wilfredo Gomez AkA Logan
Here I stand looking into the mirror of my reflections of me and about me
As this reflection reflect back at me it see all and everything its see of us
Everyday the reflection in front of me goes through everything I go through no difference it move as I moved it jumps as I jumps
I go to the left it goes to the left I move to the right it move to the right
I fall its fall, I cry it cry I reached out to this reflection it reaches back at me and hold me has I wrap my arms around the reflection of me and
Everything about me it holds me tight holding on to the mirror I can feel
The hardness of the wood and the beating of the hammer in making of
This mirror with its reflection on it, with every beat of the hammer in the
Making of this mirror not noticing the beauty of the wood and the smell
Of the wood and how smooth it feel to hold this wood in you hand
This mirror with the same reflection as I need to be loved I want this
Reflection to be difference not has my reflection. When I look at this
Mirror with tears in my eyes I want to see the tears of happiness in
The reflection when I fall, I want to see the reflection fall with thanks
In her heart, how can all this be possible a reflection can't move In a difference Direction then you but my reflection can move
To a better life and a happier living because my mirror is not make of
Glass this mirror is my wife everything of me is everything About my wife our life reflect the Same
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Wilfredo Gomez
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I was given a gift of writing poetry when my mother passed away on June 27th 2004. As she had her last breath, she passed the gift on to me. My inspirations to start telling my life story through poetry began. My interest in poetry increased once I realized I obtained the same talent as my cousin Miguel Pinero. He was a great playwright, actor and co-founder of the Nuyorican Poets Cafe; he was the writer of of the play Short Eyes and was nominated New York Critics Circle Award, Obie Award and Drama Desk Award. Through my poems, I tell my story of early child abuse, witnessing domestic violence towards my mother, depression leading to drugs and alcohol. Also, I express my feelings towards my wife's struggle, and supporting the LGBT Community. I wanted to put my story out there and show others that giving up and being defeated by the obstacles is not the way to go. Keep fighting and overcome every bad situation being thrown.