Today, our class was introduced to different formats of poetry writing. Even though it’s been a while since high school, it brought back memories—scratching my head to come up with the perfect line, doubting whether my word choices were right, and worrying about how others would perceive my work. Maybe that’s why I was reluctant to share my poem with the class—it felt like something too personal to say, like asking someone for a troublesome favor or declining a friend’s party invitation.
On my way home, I reflected on why I felt this way and realized it’s likely because I’ve never been an expressive person. People often describe me as reserved or the “quiet” type. Poetry, by its nature, demands a lot of bravery, asking you to put your emotions on display. For me, it risks crossing the line of my comfort zone.
One takeaway from today’s class is that I want to try being more open and enthusiastic. As we age, we tend to lose the excitement we had as kids. Today was a beautiful experience because I had the chance to hear my classmates’ poems and understand what they were thinking while sitting in the same room. Some poems were breathtaking, some humorous, and others deeply thought-provoking. I learned that there’s so much I can express, and there are no limits to what I can explore.
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