I was 16-years-old when writing inevitably swept into my experimental high school years.
I wasn’t sure what I was getting into when I impulsively signed up for a creative writing class – in a school of only 300 people, you can imagine how small the group was, and how terrifying it would be for an introverted person like myself to be vulnerable with a pen and paper.
I won’t lie to you: I was tempted to drop out after the first, second, third time my teacher gave us 10 minutes to come up with a piece after reflecting for a couple minutes on a video, word or concept.
I stared, and stared, and stared at the paper. Pen unused.
This wildly difficult process became my time-passer, my dying passion, my lifesaver.
Inspiration flutters in my body on a daily basis, begging to be let loose from its cage; to be turned into magic.
In the meantime, I’ve fallen in love with adventure, wellness, journalism, and filling up my cup by documenting all the complexities filling my soul.
You can find my poetry here, as well as on Instagram: @creationsbyjayda.