Invictus

This poem inspired me so much today, so thought I’d share it with everybody.

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 bloodied, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but 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 punishment the scroll.
I am the master of my fate;
I am the captain of my soul.

William Earnest Henley

It is amazing how words come to your rescue, do you have any to share?

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Published: Tuesday, June 15th, 2010
Filed under: Daily Bread
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