Wednesday, 21 January 2009


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 unbow'd.

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.

I mention this one poem as it is special to me.. I know it by heart & recite it to myself when I can. The term 'Invictus' means unconquerable (Latin).. & I aim to have it tattoed somewhere.

I don't feel unconquerable most of the time, but in the dark, this poem gives me light x

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