This Poem is not my own but ever since reading this poem I always go back to it and reread it for inspiration. Hope you all like it as much as I do.

Out of the night the covers me,

Black as the Pit from pole to pole,

I thank whatever gods that may be,

For my Unconquerable Soul.


In the fell clutch of circumstance

I have not wineed no cried aloud.

Under the bludgeoning of chance

My head is bloody, but not bowed.


Beyond this place of wrath and tears

Looms but the Horror of the shade

And yet the mence 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.

you should list the author

I never found the author it was something I have kept with me for sometime and I originally found it from a excerpt from a fight article sometime ago

William Ernest Henley

Written in 1875 and first published in 1888...