Through my black holes,
and the pits that lay dark,
I was not to succumb,
i was not to back down…
Through the clutches of desires,
fighting each circumstance,
i know i may waver,
i may get lost…
I know i am unconquerable,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul!
I am Invictus!
Invictus inspires me… I have written this poem, taking inspiration from a short Victorian poem by William Ernst Henley in 1885 named Invictus…
This is the original poem…
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.