I Wrote a Poem Once…

What can I say?

Is there any way to explain such a deviation in form?

Especially from one such as me who has avoided writing poetry since the traumatic unearthing of that dreadful Christmas poem I wrote at age 8? (And no, that shall not be posted here, and yes – thanks Mother for scarring me for life with that reminder of my childhood writing.)

Again, what can I say?

Something awoke in me and demanded to be heard.

Write about what you know, they say.

Write what’s in your heart.

So, I wrote about the war.

No, I’ve never been in a war.

No, it’s not something I have any intimate knowledge of.

But yes, it is something that’s close to my heart.

And will I post it here; probably not.

I’m not brave enough for that.

Disclaimer: I blame NaNoWriMo.