you dislike what i am, <br />but you cannot tell me, i know that, <br />one day, you take the courage, <br />with the power of your <br />hidden self, and i have engaged in <br />the word war, with the unknown, <br />very much like it, very much like you, <br />and i have no regrets, having known, <br />what worse reality you have seen <br />what you cannot have spoken <br />what is revealed, and how i deal with <br />what i do not know, and i, afterward, <br />learned, how to win, <br />even with an unknown, which seemingly, <br />seems to be the truth, <br />you are cruel, i tell myself, <br />but thanks, i have become wiser <br />by then, even an inch higher <br />than my toes can handle.<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-confronted-with-the-unknown/
