There is nothing new in these lines. You must have read them in poetry books or in other blogging sites. Some of you may have heard Morgan Freeman reciting these lines in Clint Eastwood’s “Invictus”. Nevertheless, I am posting them here. I too have found some solace and inspiration in these stanzas and in these words. I am not a very strong man. I am definitely not unbreakable. There have been times when I have found myself trembling in apprehension. I have always been an emotional fragile being. I do not go with the conventional macho image of a man. Yet, whenever I have read this poem aloud (in fact, I have a recitation of this one in my own voice), I have regained my footing and rediscovered my courage. This is my North Star.
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.
—William Ernest Henley