Invictus

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.

A book of hope.
its not called a book of hope for nothing.
it brings a lot of faith, hope, optimism.
A lot has happened.
Mistakes made.
Self-presevation was amiss a long time.
i forgot who She was.
do remember you always
5 stages of grief-denial, anger, bargaining, depression and acceptance.
But we somehow pick ourselves up with Allah by our side.
And I know He wants it best for me this time.
Let's move on with a lot of positivism and forgiveness of ourselves first then others.
*hugs