My name is Isabel Phenix and I was born to write. It is the essence of my purpose here. It feels like it has been in my soul since the moment I caught my first breath. Without training or grooming, I was writing at the age of seven. I was sending poetry into war zones at twelve, not yet tainted by the fear of failure. I continued to write as a child in mad bursts. I would sit and write for hours. I collected them in binders, on random scraps of paper, the backs of napkins and advertisements. And then something happened.
The world crept in – it stole away my creativity and silenced the gift. I picked it up again in college, but it wasn’t long before the need for a grade or the rigidity of rules slowed the creativity and freedom I felt in it.
He who gave me the gift continued to nudge my spirit and lay writings on my heart. Sometimes I was obedient, and served as the vessel I am meant to be – other times I was lazy and would forget what I was supposed to pen by the time I awakened the next day. This luxury is mine no more. And so I here I sit…ready to write.