Gone 4 Ever

Any more of these snapshots would have depleted your superpower 

To have become very good at trapping sadness 

To change what you're thinking about in a moment so it doesn't strangle your being

You can't be suffocated now 

There isn't enough time left to breathe

This strength won't last forever

But maybe until you can't remember



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


Sending strength to those going through tough times. ❤️