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 bludgeoning 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.
BY: WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY
〜〜
This is one poem that has always kept me going. There was a time when I had a copy of it stuck in my room, inside my cupboard, on my bed, on the bathroom gates and even in my bunk. And I wonder how I sidelined it in the past 2 years. It gives me the strength to go on and to be my own master! :)
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 bludgeoning 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.
BY: WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY
〜〜
This is one poem that has always kept me going. There was a time when I had a copy of it stuck in my room, inside my cupboard, on my bed, on the bathroom gates and even in my bunk. And I wonder how I sidelined it in the past 2 years. It gives me the strength to go on and to be my own master! :)
May you always find the strength to keep going. Stay blesses.
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