Captain of My Soul
Sometimes when we’re feeling weak, we need a reminder how strong we can be. In that vein, I present to you Invictus, by 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.
Posted on June 27, 2012, in Daily Post and tagged Going to master my fate if it fucking kills me., Invictus, poetry, postaday2012, William Ernest Henley. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.
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