Confirmation that I was to follow in my father's footsteps jarred me in ways I never imagined. Since hearing the news, I awaken between 3 and 5 in the morning. Zero dark thirty is when my eyes fly open and I'm full-on aware. The words that normally tumble off my tongue now flow feverishly by pencil over a yellow-lined pad-as though I am possessed. And I write. Poetry. It is through my stepping up, speaking out, and sharing my own very personal...