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Welcome
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.



About
Name: Mallory Kate Jacks
Birthday: Febuary 11
Color: Red
Music: all that is good and easily recollected
Call: Veritas Vincit
Purpose: To give a completely honest review
of the life of yours truly.
Honesty is my policy.
Without honesty their is no truth.
Without truth I find no reason to live.
I find no reason to continue my search for "home".
So let us live on and continue gasping for breath.
"Love all, serve all, and create no sorrow".


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The Day of My Birth.
Sunday, February 11, 2007 12:50 PM
sixteen isnt that different.
your right, birthdays are a disappointment...sometimes.

i remember when i was little the night before my birthday i would lie away in my bed, unable to sleep. i would dream of tomorrow. i would pray things would change. i suppose i had some childish dream that when i woke up, everything would be different.

last night, i found myself repeating the same tradition.
i would wake up, and last year would be behind me.
i would wake up, and suddenly, i could trust again.
i would wake up, and my family would be back together.
i would wake up, and i would be a beautiful princess.

the fact of the matter is.
i woke up, and last year was, in fact, behind me but that doesnt mean i put it there.
i woke up, and my trust is still dwindling.
i woke up, and i remembered it is all like this for a reason.

(dont get me wrong, i had a wonderful birthday and im never going to take my blessings for granted. i am blessed. blessed with more than i deserve.)

i like change.
i live for unchanging things.
what a mess i am.

the world is constantly changing around me.
people are constantly changing.
i am constantly changing.

change is good. change is new.
but i cant trust it.

heres the simplicity of it all,
i can only trust God.
He is the only unchanging thing in my life.
Hes the only one i can trust to always be there.

i should be so hard on people, they are only human.
they are sinners.
so am i.

the end.

-MK