It is said that poetry is powerful than prose. A few rhyming lines, well written, can inspire more people, than a few hundred words of prose ever will.
There comes a time, when we feel down and out. When we feel that the whole world is against us. When the people whom we considered our own, turn against us. When we feel that we have no energy left in us to move forward and ultimately reach our goals. It is said that when the going gets tough, the tough get going. But, the tough ones also need something to inspire them; to move them forward; to give them hope.
The poem below is one such. It will give the readers hope, and also the feeling that however tough your life may be, you are ultimately the master of your own fate. The poem is titled 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.