Wednesday

My Unconquerable Soul

My flesh is weak, my emotions are as back and forth as the wind, my mind falls prey to doubt and escalates to delusions of grandeur. But my soul is made of something different. It is impenetrable, infallible, never tires, is forever hopeful, unyielding and determined in ways I am unable to comprehend with either my mind or my flesh how it resides imprisoned inside this weak cask of flesh named E.Payne. But when I look back on all that I've accomplished, I look forward to all I seek to accomplish and look right in front of me, embraced by all that I have...then I understand.

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.

1875, William Ernest Henley