Flarter
07-01-04, 06:41AM
During those times in my life that I have been at my lowest ebb, this poem has comforted and supported me. It is called 'Invictus' and is by William Ernest Henley (1849 - 1903).
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 cried or winced 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 menance of the years,
Finds, and shall find me unafraid.
It matters not how straight the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
I think that is some of the most stirring writing I have ever read, and I hope this tells you guys something about me.
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 cried or winced 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 menance of the years,
Finds, and shall find me unafraid.
It matters not how straight the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
I think that is some of the most stirring writing I have ever read, and I hope this tells you guys something about me.