I think,Invictus is one poem that would describe the real me..my relentless quest for knowledge and my pride and stubbornness..
I have achieved everything I set out to achieve. Often My head was bloodied..but it was always unbowed..
I used to read this poem for my children when they were little. My son mentioned yesterday that of all the poems I read to them, this is one poem that made a huge impact on him..
He said Mom, “I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul”.
That was all I wanted my children to learn..that their destiny is in their own hands..
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.
William Earnest Henley