Wednesday, November 10, 2010

Invictus

a poem of my youth, long forgotten but now found again. in my present state of life it is relevant and a fountain of encouragement. in all trials that come in our way, let us be headstrong...maybe being a bit stubborn but not reckless, resilient and not defeated. thanks william!


Invictus 

 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.

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