A common space for harmonic peacemakers
by William Henley.. the story behind the poem is impressive: Henley contacted TB of the bone when he was 13. At 17 years old doctors had to amputate one of his legs.
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 bloodied 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.
i guess we all have our version of suffering , obstacles
and overcoming them
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Such fantastic strength inside, very moving.
That was my favorite when I had a blog.