The Calming Waves of Emotion, An Expressionist

By a faceless crowd, I was surrounded. - “Beautiful.” He called out to me. I was petrified by how I was described by him. I was witty and radiant. I was poised - bliss. I was a hardened heart yet full-grown. I was lost within sacred evergreens, feverishly writing in the darkness - alone. Conveying his selfish fantasies of beauty, in such dreadful ways, - still - I held him in. Even within the pain, and the awe, I held him that close. I was consumed, embarrassed, but pondering it all. Somewhere far from my mother's favorite pond, I was feeling powerless to the calming waves of emotion. An expressionist, - I was. But, was I beautiful..?