Invictus

I've been looking at this screen for almost 15 minutes, my mind swirling with thoughts. Unfortunately, none of them seem to want to come out. I debated writing about poetry, music, art and pizza. But I couldn't get the words to line up properly and behave themselves. Instead, I thought I'd share one of my very favorite pieces of writing. This poem is called Invictus, by William E. Henley.

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 Horrors of the shade
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid

It matters not how straight the gate
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate;
I am the captain of my soul