It’s not very often you’ll find me posting other people’s work, I prefer to be original and think up my own ways of expressing myself, but this poem was forwarded to me by a lovely reader of mine @HilaryCampbell on Twitter who works for Gay Men’s Health Scotland.
It really touched me. In fact I was in tears by the end I was that moved by it. I think it’s because I identify with it so closely – both the situation and attitude of the author. So here it is, a little culture for a Friday. I hope you enjoy it.
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.
Invictus. By William Ernest Henley (1849 – 1903).