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?