What We Bear Most As We Bravely Risk

When sadness masquerades as rage,
When the roar of disappointment is defeating,
When rooted in the relentless inappropriate,

The courage to be wildly unattractive in a field of beauty
Is something of a stroke of genius.
So I bow to you, my fellow traveler, as you stake out your path
And stick to it with truisms and blinding hope. And that you,
If not right or admired, at least will be known
And remembered as a wild bet thrown on the table
That could have won it all.