—William Ernest Henley
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.
so as to have the life that is waiting for us.
The old skin has to be shed before the new one can come.
May this new medium flow through my veins, seal muscle memory
and journey my hand in ways beyond comprehension.
In the end, it is only this Julia who will yield a life of worthy,
of inspiration, of living and in time, create a tapestry of our legacy
for all to see. But in all of this, it's for the most cherished and loved.
It is for my dear "young protector".