Poems I Like: “Invictus”

This poem popped up in my Manvotionals reading and, while it is well known to most people, I hadn’t really taken the time to read it before. I’ve had a rough week, and this was exactly what I needed to scrape myself off the ground and get back to kicking butt:

Invictus by William Ernest Henley

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.

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I love this poem for the combination of gracefulness and power. It reminds me that being a champion doesn’t mean being boastful. I can be a strong person/writer and do it with quiet perseverance.

Thanks for posting this, you weren’t the only one who needed it this week.

Thanks Levi! That’s a great point, too – it’s like the difference between being cocky and confident. You can be confident with a lot of grace, but cocky is just overblown and off-putting (not to mention harmful to your character).

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