Interpretation

My previous post was called a Sestina. In class we were told to pick six words (preferably ones with multiple meanings) and I chose the words current, wind, channel, coast, sense, and cast. We were given the format for a Sestina (google it if you don't know what a Sestina is) and told to begin. Normally, it takes me most of the period to begin writing, but that didn't happen. It was just kind of like something that was a blank page and then it wasn't. But, the strange part is that when I finished it and read it over, I realized that I had written about something very close to my heart without being conscious to it.
That has never happened to me until now.
My favorite part about writing poetry is that anyone can interpret it anyway they want. You could see your own poem as a bunch of random thoughts and someone else might see it as something that's like otherworldly. The variation of interpretation from person to person is crazy.
But, anyway, the Sestina I wrote was called For Now and deals with a lot of fighting and loss of consciousness. When I wrote it I thought I was just writing what I thought sounded okay. What else was I supposed to do with such a strict guide line? Definitely not the outcome I was expecting. When I read it It made me think of addiction, and loss, and instability. Things that have been huge contributing factors to the person I am today and they will probably affect me in the future too. I just never expected to be able to interpret one of my own poems and relate it to myself like I would do with someone else's as an attempt to create a connection and develop an understanding.