Metacognition: Poem

This whole poem process started with finding a "widowed image" to base it upon. I couldn't really think of a specific "image," but I came up with an idea that I think about very frequently, and I thought I could construct a decent poem out of it. This idea was the idea of infinity and vastness, and how much it scares me. When I started to make this poem, I thought it would be effective to portray a fearful scene going out, and not being able to reach a boundary, and then a comforting journey back in. My plan was to use form as content, and have the "out" stanzas be very simple, bleak, and without much detail. They were supposed to invoke a feeling of fear and coldness. My plan was then to have the "in" stanzas be much more detailed, and overall warmer. I was unsure of how the poem would turn out, and was grateful for the initial criticism. As the process went on, however, I felt like I had lost the ability to put my own thoughts into the poem, and I didn't get the sense that it was completely my poem to control anymore. I think I eventually stopped putting thought into how I wanted the poem to turn out, and put most of my thought into how I could effectively complete the revisions that were necessary in order to get an A. Poetry is definitely not my strong suit, but after the 1st revision I thought it had turned out pretty well. After the 2nd and 3rd revisions, I began to feel as though the poem wasn't exactly "me" anymore. I very much appreciate others editing my work, but if I wrote a poem again I would be interested in multiple points of view and less pressure to make changes.