Invictus

My Dearest Friends,
There is a British Poem I would like to share with everyone that struggles day in and day out for sanity. Remember why we struggle as the poem says "we are the captain of our soul."

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.


At times, even I want to walk away from a fight that will kill me in the end. But, I know I am hard-wired for justice and fair play. If I turn my back on corruption at all levels then who will fight my fight. I have been able to secure justice for hundreds, but I fear no justice for myself. Invictus reminds me of who I am.

Keep the faith,

Mary Elizabeth