BECAUSE, Siobhan forgot to mention that she’s also my sister. And rather a brilliant writer in her own style, which you shall hopefully see within the next few weeks quite thoroughly. This isn’t a community blog or anything, just two female humans living life on this planet earth as best we can. And hopefully with us both writing, we’ll egg each other on to write better/more.
But, its 2.45 am and not much can be said without a headspace you do not gain without coffee, inspiration, or tumblr. So, reader, I leave you with a poem bold of heart and strengthening of faith. A poem right of mind and left of vanquishability.
A poem that stirred the unquenchable spirit of those all across the globe, from my very own sister to Nelson Mandela himself!
…Okay, enough theatrics.
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.
~ by William Ernest Henley