My coach sent this to me a while ago…
It’s a poem by William Ernest Henley (1849-1903) and he wanted me to read it and then tell him how it made me feel…what did I think about it.
So I’ll throw the same challenge out to you – read it, and have a think about what it means to you.
Out Of The Night That Covers Me (Invictus)
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.
For me it was about strength, about ‘war wounds’, about courage in the face of something big.
Just a bit of a thinker on this wet and windy Sunday evening for you.
I hope your weekend has been good. Mine has been okay – Mr WLB hasn’t been well, so I didn’t make the Jimmy Carr show last night!