“Invictus” by William Ernest Henley
Due to its brevity, I will reproduce the poem in full:
Out of the night that covers me,Black as the pit from pole to pole,I thank whatever gods may beFor my unconquerable soul..In the fell clutch of circumstanceI have not winced nor cried aloud.Under the bludgeonings of chanceMy head is bloody, but unbowed..Beyond this place of wrath and tearsLooms but the Horror of the shade,And yet the menace of the yearsFinds 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 first noticed this poem scrawled across a wall at my university, and I’m finding that it’s beginning to exert a powerful impact upon my thoughts. But I’ll just let it speak for itself.