Invictus



This poem by William Ernest Henley, stresses the trials a soul and body have gone through--yet has not given up on life and will do what it takes with the help of God to battle the evils that have assaulted the physical and spiritual being. I think it is the perfect poem for the battle against obesity.



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.