Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever God may be,
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance,
I have not cried nor winced aloud,
Under the bludgeoning 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 straight the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the captain of my fate,
I am the master of my soul.
As I read this, I promise to live my life accepting everything I do as a choice that I have made. No longer will I look for excuses, or scapegoats to palm off my mistakes - Coz, Today I really believe, I am the captain of my fate and the master of my soul.
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She asked me - "Ask yourself, what do I want out of this?"
After a week I realised, I want myself and I wanted her, fortunately she is me. She knows that too.
Scary thought alert!
She thinks I will change from what I am, to becoming what she's afraid I will be!? Will I? How can I say?
When I loved her I decided to bare my soul and my spirit to her, I have told her everything, I think? Maybe one skeleton remains. I will tell her soon.
And as I stand bare before her, I know she loves me, for what I am, and what I can be for her.
Will she accept me for the skitzo kid I am?
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