Happy Thursday…i really want it to be Friday but i can wait until one more sleep.
I want to make sure i do the Mind on Poetry at least once a week so here goes. This is perhaps one of my favorite poems. There is something magical about the last phrase that can lift and enhance one’s soul and spirit like never before. I remember encouraging one of my teen male clients to read the poem. I wanted him to take ownership of his thoughts and actions and own himself!
Invictus by William Ernest Henley
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.
Question of the Day: Have you heard of this poem? What poems are some of your favorites?