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 winced but not cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance,
My head is bloodied 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.
~© William Earnest Henley~
~Images are © Trina Drake, unless otherwise specified~
1 comment:
Hey there, SB! :) I also believe that part of the poem is true. That's actually what I like the most about that entire piece. Many times, people don't realize that life really is what we make it. It's all about the state of mind that we have...the way we think about things and the way we react and interact.
And yeah, that Silverstein quote does kinda' sound like someone I know. ;)
Hope you're having a good day.
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