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.
Written by William Ernest Henley in 1875, when he was battling his own health problems.
It is important to celebrate every little victory, even those unnoticeable to others. Today I noticed that the skin on the webs between my thumb and index finger are looking a little more normal and non-flaky. Little bits are also growing back connecting my nails to my fingers. To everyone else I still look like a Sebastian from The Little Mermaid, but no matter, I am not in a hurry to prove to them that I am healing.
I clutch into these little moments tightly for they keep my sanity.
Thursday, 28 Mar 2019
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