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 bludgeoning 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.
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 bludgeoning 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.
i guess, it tells us to pick ourselves up again, when we fall.
hold on and stand up for yourself,
don't give up,
even how painful,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
-invictus in latin means invincible
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2 comments:
I love this! :) Such inner strength and hope evoked. It's beautiful how you find out your posts can sometimes be a balm to weary hearts. And this poem has done specially that for me. Thanks for sharing.
i was really inspired after i heard it. pretty awesome stuff.
glad you liked it. =)
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