I recently read this beautiful poetry “Invictus” by William Ernest Henley. He wrote it from his hospital bed at the age of 26. He was suffering from tuberculosis of bones since childhood and at the age of 25, his leg had to be amputated to save his life. The poetry is full of inspiration and glory in the face of adversities. I especially liked the last line – “I am the captain of my soul”. One of the most famous connections of this poetry is the one with Nelson Mandela – it inspired and helped him to persevere through his days in prison.
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.