I wrote a poem this morning in response to publishing my work - putting it forever out there. You see, I write out my feelings - I write out my thoughts - and sometimes they aren't pretty. This is especially true of war. It can be hard to swallow the fact that I've written some of the things I have written - that I've felt the way I have at times. What thoughts do you all have on this?
WHAT HAVE I DONE?
Picking up my pen
has kept me from picking up so many
Other things.
Things I dare not put down in words.
Yet, at times, I can’t help
But wonder -
What have I done!?
Yes, these words are my feelings,
They are my thoughts
But they surely can’t - BE - ME….
Hateful
Depressed
Racist?
Shameful
That can’t - BE - ME…
My words,
My thoughts,
Put down on paper -
Published and provided an ISBN
For all the world to see….
What - have - I -done?