The popular inspirational poem “Invictus” by William Henly is a personal favorite. It speaks to my soul. It tells me no matter how tough ones conditions may be, no one or thing can ever take away the spark that makes life worth living. It’s like the fire in the belly that can never be extinguished, it’s always there, some days burning more brightly than others. When my spirit is tired, I stop and listen to what it says. I quite my minds chatter. I immerse myself in my possibility and remember that I am Master of my Fate, I am Captain of my Soul.
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.
Never Let It Rest,