Just after many things, when does someone ask themselves, how strong they are? Maybe, they have always known the answer. But, at times, they may just be very clueless about it. Thus, hopefully, they ask themselves this after reading this small, frag...
Some believe, that people are toys to play with. To break, beat, torment, and just throw away once they have been used. Although, there will always be those that are strong, that can conquer land by simply walking on it. They are those that are hidden, until their time comes by, their time to show the flames of strength that flow like blood through their veins, and how powerful they can be. Each is different, some show their power through words, others, movements. Maybe there's even those that exhibit this power with expressions.
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.
They are the ones that don't bow their heads in the face of fear, and rather stand their ground. Regardless of how terrifying, how horrid, the fate they see may be, hoping for the best gets them out. Tears, to them, are something they must hold back for the days after the wars, when the tears no longer mean defeat, and rather serve the purpose to show how much power they had by holding them back through all that time.
In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloodied, but unbowed.
Through their anger, they make sure to keep calm. Never lash out on the innocent and rather, be certain to use such emotions to create a weapon that is only to be used on the true enemy. Their threat, that grows over the years, will always see that they stand tall and firm upon the ground, unafraid of the challenges.
Beyond this place of wrath and fear Looms but the Horror of shade, And yet the menace of the years Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
No matter how slim the chance of survival, or how terrifying the punishments, they are the only ones that will say what they do. The only ones that know what to choose. THEY, these strong people, are the only ones that can say how their life is to go. Fate, is something they will change even if it is a prophecy, they will change it. The captians, that is who they are.
It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments of the scrolls. I am the master of my fate. I am the captain of my soul.
And hopefully, you are also going to become one of them some day...
One of the strong ones
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Hello! Well, this short story is something I hope you all enjoyed. Yes, this was inspired by a poem I read. I give all credit to the Creator of the poem:William Ernest Henley. A truly great writer, and I hope you find the meaning within this. Take care, and hope you enjoyed.
~A. S. De Vito
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