Invictus

This is my second favorite poem and I feel like it speaks clearly what I feel about life, spirituality and religion. I am not a fan of religion and I also find being spiritual a bit goofy but all this being said I do believe in God-the rest of it is a bit hazey to me at the moment and that is ok for this time. Anyways below is Invictus by William Ernest Henley as I said it my second favorite. My first is The Village Blacksmith by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.

Invictus

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.

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