Winter | Poem Reading Thread | Chapter 2 Open
Travanisā leg kept bouncing in his chair as he held his notebook tightly, knuckles becoming paler as he held tightly to it. He had felt so confident about writing that poem no more than a day ago, but suddenly he was freezing up. Would they be able to tell? Even he wasnāt 100% sure if he was able to accept what the poem had helped him realize. Well it wasnāt just the poem.. THANKS BETH.
Regardless, he reluctantly stood when it was his chance and mussed with his hair a bit. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest as he prepared to read.
āUh this is my poem, itās called āWinterā and I hope that you guys like it.ā
He gulped a bit, trying not to focus on the staring of his fellow classmates. After a clearing of his throat he began to read.
āThe winter around me is colder than the tundra I fear the cold outside I fear the stares of judgement For the feelings in my heart Here I am looking through the window The reality outside scares me I am afraid to accept the motions of my world But I can hope that the world is good Accepting of the inner machinations of my heart And that my feelings will have prevailed against the harshness outside But for now I stay inside While the icy winds whip outsideā
After he read he quickly bowed and rushed back to his seat. He was actually AFRAID of the responses his classmates might have. So what do you all think?
Cain listened stoically to Travanisā poem, trying to avoid staring too much as it seemed to be troubling him, at least somewhat, to be stared at. They had wanted to clap after the performance, but not only had he sent a single hand simply flying into nothing during his attempt to applaud, Travanis had rushed right back to his seat following his performance.Ā
Travanis was clearly at least somewhat nervous, or even insecure, but Cain genuinely enjoyed the poem, and he wanted to make Travanis feel better. The content of the poem itself was an intriguing look at isolation, and it used winter as a fun little metaphor. At least, thatās how Cain was interpreting it.Ā
Regardless, it was good, and Cain wanted Travanis to know it. He was only one person, butā¦ Maybe it would make Travanis feel better. Cain slowly approached him, waving awkwardly.Ā āā¦That wasā¦ very good,ā he said.Ā āā¦Are youā¦ feelingā¦ okay..?ā
Travanis gulped a bit, but tried to calm himself down. Cain didnāt mean any harm. Right? Right totally. āAh um. Th-Thank you. I donāt really know why I feel so nervous, I was confident in this poem just yesterday.ā He admitted, wringing his hands together. āBut yet.. I dunno, I guess I was just trying to work through something is all.ā
