Emily Stroud showed me this poem a few months back. I've decided to adopt it as my theme for my schooling. It stirs such determined emotion in me. I hope these words can also help you in whatever trail you are facing.
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
William Ernest Henley
Starting over again. After a long hiatus I think I will start to blog again. I may lose interest again, but I might as well try. Plus I'm done with school in June and will have to do something to fill the time..... now I need a camera.
