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 is a short poem written in 1875 by the English poet and editor William Ernest Henley (1849–1903) after he had a leg ambulated due to a long battle with Tuberculosis that affected his bones in childhood. It had been said that he wrote this poem in protest of possibly having to loose the other leg and that a missing limb was not going to hinder him from being successful in life. Mr Henley’s story is a reminder that anything is possibly and we are only limited by our minds and the goals that we set for ourselves. Do not be discouraged by failures and set backs that you experience but use them as tools and stepping stones to learn from to make you a better you.