I am not much of a poetry buff, but there are a couple of poems that I have long had pinned to my wall. One of them is “Invictus” by William Ernest Henley. For people going through what I am going through, Invictus is an invaluable poem for raising ones spirits and firing determination. Determination to crush what fate has bestowed upon us. For those of you unfamiliar with Invictus, here it is in all its glory. Enjoy.
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.
-William Ernest Henley