juvenile poetry: The Eye of the Mirror

🪞 Preface for “The Eye of the Mirror”

“Reflections from a Restless Soul”

“The Eye of the Mirror” is different. Quieter. Almost meditative.
It was written in one of those emotionally restless phases where I began looking inward — confronting myself in shards and reflections. I don’t remember exactly when I wrote it, but I remember why — because I couldn’t figure out if the person in the mirror was me, or merely an echo of my confusion.

This poem isn’t about vanity — it’s about vulnerability.
How the mirror doesn’t lie — it exaggerates, it exposes.
It shows joy, yes, but it also mocks guilt. It can become a playground, or a courtroom.

At that age, I hadn’t read psychology or philosophy. But somewhere, I had already begun feeling them. This poem came from that raw corner — where a boy begins to see the cracks in himself and wonders whether breaking or healing is the answer.

It’s flawed, like all early poetry should be.
But its honesty? That remains untouched.

This is not just a poem. It’s a mirror — of a heart in motion.

Poem:

In stormy days when you are confused,
Look your perception in mirror — don’t refuse,
You will praise or will abuse
Yourself in this world so huge.

Sometimes in emotion the mirror teases,
It shows my guilt like endless beaches,
As though I’m culprit of all ages,
It’s all the image of who gaze.

Sometimes you break it like a hurting image,
Or kiss like someone you praise,
Watching mirror is all the craze —
It shows you in confused haze.

Mirror has power to create joy in emotion,
Or push you back in agony demotion.
It’s all the way you look — perception,
It’s image of your heart in motion.