Hope gives me light I use to anticipate
the best of what’ll come. Fearless
I’m not, but I can maybe act serene.
What, this doesn’t look like my serene
look to you? Wait for it. Anticipate
the hell out of it. One needn’t be fearless
to be hopeful. If anything, being fearless
hides shadows from me. Forget my serene
mask, and the worst is all I can anticipate.
(I do anticipate being called fearless
too soon and too rarely serene.)