Chante Reeves Poet Free verse

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 toying between being heartless or just having a hardened heart.
nonetheless, I was. 
I was lost within sacred evergreens,
feverishly writing
in the darkness
- alone. 
Conveying his selfish fantasies of beauty,
in such dreadful ways, 
selfishly writing
- still
- I held him in. 
Even within the pain, 
and the awe,
I held him that close.
In pain, it was awful...
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 no more


                             was I really beautiful...?

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