It used to be a haiku
     full of pain and sadness.
But I broke apart that form,
Tore apart the words,
     and rearranged them into shields.
Now, I have a wall of shields
     each one a haiku I wrote
     about you.
Every sword was forged from each tear
     I shed from your bloodied words.
You have created a soldier
     Hardened in your spite and anger.
I would tell you not to worry,
     But I don't think you ever did.