I have been blessed with a love of poetry and from time to time return to some favourite tomes of poetry to inspire me and direct my mind to what is important. It is not that the poetry is particularly poignant it is that the words provide trigger points in my brain that push key message forward in my brain. Invictus by William Ernest Henley is one such poem and a transpose it below. Enjoy!

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.

I love this poem and it would be rarely a week that goes by that I do not read it and reflect on the importance to be the master of my fate and the captain of my soul. I hope you get as much out of the poem as I do!