...'cause i just can't find the strength, to pull you up and keep you taut...

[myurbandream]

William Ernest Henley, 1849–1903

7. Invictus

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.

Comments

[pronker]

I've always liked this one, thanks for sharing.

[jen-chan13.livejournal.com]

i like it too. it's very inspiring at the times when i'm feeling like the whole world is conspiring against me. like... 4 weeks 'til final review, 6 weeks until the wedding. gah!

i am the master of my fate. now if only i can not horribly screw it up...

[nzthepirate.livejournal.com]

oh my god jenny. i needed this so much.
thank you.
<3

[jen-chan13.livejournal.com]

*huggles* glad i could help. and with poetry!! i hope you're okay?

(oh, and, btw, i didn't hear back from you about the nails... when are you getting into town?)