I’ve been a tad anxious, about my coming releases and such. My mother actually reminded me of this poem by William Henley. I read it and felt like getting up and conquering something-so I thought I would share it with you.
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.
January 22nd, 2008 at 9:23 pm
I love this poem.