Mirror’s Glance

Within the reflection,

An old soul stares back at me

Chestnut eyes, layered with depth

Years of joy, months of sorrow, times of both,

All pooled together

Dark curves lining my eyes,

Representing the stress of recent days

The anxiety bubbling underneath my skin,

Covered by a grinning mask

All of it contained in a mix of calm indifference

A soul, matured beyond its years,

Craving simplicity,

Wishing for peace,

But unable to obtain it

All peering back at me with a single glance to the mirror