Invictus
by W.E. 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.
When the storm clouds roll in and the darkness envelopes your soul, it often feels like the rain will never let up. You see no way out. But, it is at these moments when you are at your lowest that you must remember that even though your body may be broken, your spirit will never be defeated. You, and only you, are the master of your fate . . . the captain of your soul. So, go calmly into the night, unafraid of what awaits you for you have an unconquerable soul.
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This is beautiful MM! Thank you ?✨ No fear ever!
Thanks!!