Invictus

A poem for every cancer patient, mother,
and anyone else who has conquered
against the toughest of odds.

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.